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Im here to tell yall a story in fact 

This one goes way back to when ya boy aint have no tats

Was just a youngin poetry came before i could rap 

Im not looking for validations pity or slow claps 

My hair big dreams bigger my jeans was hilfiger 

My team was a bit fitter was from a quitter 

All my affiliations made the man a switch hitter aye

Before x's grams even twitter 

Different insults get called gay or corn fritter 

Go from herb to punk ass bitch bitch ass nigga

Fast food was out here doing its rounds rushing puberty 

The news and the government as always crushing unity