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(Yep)

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(Nah nah)

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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 a drill shooter averages

I'm not no nice guy

I'm just a good guy

The bad guys should really stay on my good side

I smell 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 then 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

But 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, popped them 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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