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I hate bad producer tags.

I hate bad producer tags.

Why you gotta ruin my song with all of that?

Why you gotta ruin my song with all of that?

Now I'm jumping off a roof, getting whacked.

Timing don't matter when you're running in last.

Might as well shut my eyes,

Now I'm falling, do it for the vine!

Now I'm calling, hit you on your line,

Then you'll get to hear me go divine!

Do what my will say, ain't hearing anyone out!

Do what my will say, and go to that mountain in town,

And you sit there and count!

Every second that I won't be around ya!

Every second, y'all don't want me without ya!

Every second that I won't be around ya!

I hate bad producer tags.

I hate bad producer tags.

Why you gotta ruin my song with all of that?

Why you gotta ruin my song with all of that?

Now I'm jumping off a roof, not to brag!

I hate my name nowadays, I can't read the last one!

So I leave it blank, so I leave it blank, the last one!

Leaving it blank, the last one.

Do you want blank as your last one?