I'm tired of doing this shit.
Check the fly shit, son.
I got a new connect son, for real man.
Fuck all this twenty four brick shit, man.
YouknowhatI'msayin.'
Politickin to death
We gotta move, god. We gotta move, god. We gotta migrate.
Get the fur. Get the fuck outta New York, youknowhatI'msayin?
Bounce man, start with fuckin' bigger and better shit.
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