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Uh uh uh uh uh uh
IGH!
Nana
Yup
Wooooh, ah!

1]
Young black boy, how he got the scared?
A&R's like, "Chano, you ain't fair!
You gon' set a bad for the average bear
You a Yogi, you should idle in child's position"
I be like, naw, these my sons, this care
show em how to make it here and make it fair
Take it there, they could kill me and I ain't care
You is just an ankle weight, lighter some angel cake
Sweeter than some syrup, easier than Ableton
Make a plate and make a
Make em it
Just don't count your before they hatch
You 'fore your eggs
Eat your 'fore you say your prayer

I'm back up in this (x7)
I'm up in this...

2]
Young tactician, got my taxes finished
Beat the tortoise by a hair in an '04 Ford
On a with a wax finish
There's a lot of metaphors, you lack vision
You bad business
UH!
All your shit been lower
Lower class, key
I'm the only minor in priority
Sippin' gin and tonic while I plot upon
of my horoscope, feeling like the oracle
Ain't no rules,
IGH!