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, now let me ask you a question, who are you? where you from? what you reppin?, is every bar about a burner or a weapon?, now he all gassed up by his presence, some tell me that my music is depressing, but, the best rapper in the world, i was destined, jumpoff! must be the exception, am i the only one that's progressing in the recession?, they tell me tricking ain't tricking if you got it, i never heard more false words spoken, so, if i told you i'm a leave your wrist frozen, i was either lying to you or just joking, you could be in a wet t-shirt soaking, you could, stomach how your sheets get like the ocean, you could jerk me off with a bottle of lotion while ya legs open, and have trouble gettin a token, i grew up a lil, see i'm much more mature, my repar is one you can adore, that wasn't always the case so that's for starter, i'm enjoying the hood, the one after father, i used to invest in heroin, with money in maryland, not marrow lynch, morgan stanley, goldman sachs, and now i'm holding stacks as i stroll in saks, sing it!, uh, check me out now!, when i was younger i used to get ass for sport, now i'm less about her sex, i'm more into her thoughts, nah, i ain't mean to cross that yet, i regress, i'm more into her thoughts on sex, and the property, fuck what's across my neck, be clear, i'm more into her career then her hair, her mindstate; nothing is insurmountable, i'm worried about her account, is she accountable?, real man shit, i'm no longer outlandish, the roof don't drop but it's panoramic, and i know haters can't stand it, so i do it on purpose, still on my jerz shit, we don't fall flat, and we never cave in, i leave pressure right to my doormat, all that adversity never worried me, if anything it feeds me, it a nourished me, i try to keep it a hundred, non fiction, lane switching in my true religions with the double stitching, no fitted, t, kid robot, these rap niggas is ass and i don't dig botox, into entering clubs, dodging photogs, so they can talk shit bout me for a whole blog, go hard, no prob, that's the plan, no laughing joke son, i'm a grown ass man, check me out now!

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Artist: joe budden