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Yep
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Nah-nah
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No
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I ain't no activist
I'm the protagonist
I don't co-captain it
I fly solo like one cup
in the cabinet
The cab is the cabinet
they trust me at landing it
They call me the advocate
they'll slide like the abacus
Boy meets world
everybody been savages
I just want to really know
how much that
your shooter averages
I'm not no nice guy
I'm just the good guy
The bad guys should really stay
on my good side
I smelled my roses younger
than the good die
The Illuminati couldn't see me
with they good eye
They think
they Heath Ledger scary
they just Jack Nichols
I'm a sign to my city
like the Bat-Signal
Young chosen one golden boy
De La Hoya
It ain't too many me's
rest in peace to Verne Troyer
I was younger than I seemed
as a kid
I mean my G17 18 in the head
I mean I'm only 25
but I'm Motown 25
Bet I get a statue
in my hometown when I die
And Rahm you done
I'm expectin' resignation
An open investigation on all
of these paid vacations
for murderers
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I don't get no paper
I gotta sign at the bottom
Still in my bag
like the fries at the bottom
And I can't do nothing right
they gon' always be at me
I missed a Crain's interview
they tried leaking my addy
I donate to the schools next
they call me a deadbeat daddy
The Sun-Times gettin'
that Rauner business
I got a hit-list so long
I don't know how to finish
I bought the Chicagoist
just to run you racist
bitches out of business
Speaking of racist
fuck your microaggressions
I'll make you fix your words
like a typo suggestion
Pat me on the back too hard
and Pat'll ask for your job
And in unrelated news
someone'll beat your ass
at your job
I'm the real deal
Who taught all these rappers
that a big deal's not a big deal
Inherited the earth popping
wheelies on a big wheel
My enemy lives
in his mother's basement
That's why my videos
don't got no Baphomet
product placement
I'm a real one
The honey is sweet
the apple's bitter
They'll try to convince you
you stronger
without your woman than
when you with her
And tell you they kidding
while Twitter trashing your litter
I know the devil's a liar
I know that players is quitters
I heard you hire your hitters
I know the higher the bidder
that mean the less on return
So I just hire a sitter
I'm not no boss nigga
I'm a soldier
Kingdom builder
man somebody shoulda told ya
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