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I'm tapped in, whole 'nother energy

Bo Jack minus the injuries

Len Bias without the drug habits

Ron Artest 'fore he changed his identity

L-E-S in front of Epsteins

Waldorf, I'm on the West Wing

Two bad ones, they best friends

One annoying, the bitch could fuck up a wet dream

Took a hiatus, I'm back, boy

Papa love the man, they ask for it

Blues Brothers shit, I'm Aykroyd

Fucking up Peter Louis with Fat Boy

The whole, flight conspiracy theorists talking about asteroids

I'm high as fuck watching Bertyle trying to catch Floyd

Kingpin for em, a pack boy

Took a long blink, fast forward

Now I'm curving the avenue

I'm rapping through Malibu

Clear your mind, dawg, I ain't mad at you

Black label, keeping it casual

Winter time, it get cold, I might throw on a animal

PR, where's the tree?

It's right here, dawg, pass me the fanta leaf

Let's take a quantum leap

Spaced out, the only space I wanna be

Kush god, I'm one of one, they wannabes