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Going ham, like Lincoln, only mission

They say that I'm chicken, old school, stop kidding

Now I'm like the Prezi, both wings, looking like a pigeon

I told him please send it, no tripping

I ain't dissing

Do I have permission

Going on a tirade, no forgiving

Turned days to limeade, holy feeling

Now they looking sideways, fix the vision

I ain't really okay, keep your distance

Ain't a scrimmage, go along, like we fibbing