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Never had to prove that I need minutes

Player turned to coach, I’m Derek Fisher

Almost caught a charge but I didn’t

White bitch on my arm, like Brooklinen

Pull up on a nikka like Klay

I go hard no brakes

And I’m well connected like the interstates

Throw the hands like Tekken if you feel a way

Phases with my women like they condiments

Always in good faith like I was Protestant

Problems with commitment since my momma left

This my callin’

Money all in

If it ain’t up to me

I don’t want it

If we ain’t talkin green

You could pause it

My nikkas from the streets

We don’t gossip

End up in the dirt

Or a dog pen

So I shoot my shot

Like the Rockets

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I remember them days as a sperm

Chasing that egg and getting that Omlet

I thought I had I died

I hid in a tomb

I had a rebirth

Like a cocoon ugh

But I was stuck in a womb

At first it was cool

Then I get I got big

I needed more room

Hatching out

Lashing out

28 Large amounts ugh

I shit on the world and lower my pants

I'm washing my hands in the all of the oceans

I follow the notions

With gas from the stars

I use as some lotion

I'm stuck in the jungle

My life is jumanji

I'm jumping no bungie

I'm cutting the cord

A piece of my mind you can never afford

I'm buying a Bentley not buying a Ford

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