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And we gotta ban Auto-Tune, thank you very much

Another black singer from the west, three sins later
There's no game because, pushdown
They look at me funny and treat me well
I didn't see a Merry Christmas from anyone, hanging from the 166
I got bigger, suck it, ah, detaching myself

Doping myself on a beat, stacking up real G's
For the mind there's a PIN, they want to know about me, stop
I toast to you, to me, mom, dad, and two, three jackals
BW almost in my veins, bro, before the fame
Millo before the twenties and if one day I have a Bentley
It won't be rented, I earned it
For luxury, for Fendi, bottles and confetti
There was thirst one day, there was a reason
There was plan B, but I didn't like it
I wanted to eat, not live like a boss (uh)
But in this life, my soul had to, rewarded itself for all that was traveled
The psychologist recommended that I lower thirty gears because I live at x2
It seemed like I was entrusted by the boss and I wasn't talking about God
It's not ego, but who's like me? Who's like me? Who's like me?
(Son of a b*tch) Yeah, he says

Another black singer from the west, three sins later
There's no game because, pushdown
They look at me funny and treat me well
I didn't see a Merry Christmas from anyone, hanging from the 166
I got bigger, suck it, ah, detaching myself

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