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Why is there a phone holder in here?
Who writes on their phone?
I-I, I use paper, you know
You know, like the old days
Uh-hmm
We recordin'?
Oh shit!

Dear older me
Get a load of me, came a long way
From doin' shows for free
Yeah used to free style in my homies Jeep
Now my flow 'bout to by me a home and jeep, facts
One hunnid all I've ever been
Fuck rap if you want to brawl we can get it in
Been dope with a pen way before Emenim
Only white boy in a cypher didn't flinch
Facts, facts
Let's talk about song writin'
Stats, stats
Let's talk about streams
Let's talk about, I'm talkin' about, facts
While you motherfuckers talk about dreams
Snacks, snacks
Let's talk about y'all bitin'
Crack, crack
Let's talk about fiends
'Cause bitch I'm dope and bitch you broke

So you can keep your two cents
I've been one hunnid since ninety-eight
Do the math, who got raps datin' back since nintey-eight
Aye-aye
On my mama, I'll prolly be ninety-eight
'Fore I put this mic down
So you can keep your two cents
I've been one hunnid since ninety-eight
Do the math, who got raps
Datin' back since nintey-eight
Aye-aye
On my mama I'll prolly be ninety-eight
'Fore I put this mic down
Tell these haters, pipe down

Ya' present me, I'm presently
The beast under the bed you never see
But you know it's there an I know you're scared
'Cause when I show up you don' never speak, facts
I see fear in you hate this, fake bitch
You prolly sit when you take a piss
Make hits got the spirit of greatness
Run up on my stage, an yo man go ape shit
Ridin' in a Caddy with a semi-automatic
Ain't a motherfuckin' care in the world
Shorty gotta fatty, an she rollin' up a fatty
Think I might just have to make her my girl
An' I ain't smoked in years have to focus, on the clear
Hit the shit, I might never come down
But I ain't gotta smoke heard her tell a fuckin' joke
I swear the shit has got me laughin' out loud
It's a, it's so funny you think I care 'bout what you think
They say you are what you eat
So i stay off of news feeds, ooh-wee
I always gave my all but never gave a fuck
So trust me, I won't ever let your two cents leave me bankrupt

So you can keep your two cents
I've been one hunnid since ninety-eight
Do the math, who got raps datin' back since nintey-eight
Aye-aye
On my mama, I'll prolly be ninety-eight
'Fore I put this mic down
So you can keep your two cents
I've been one hunnid since ninety-eight
Do the math, who got raps
Datin' back since nintey-eight
Aye-aye
On my mama I'll prolly be ninety-eight
'Fore I put this mic down
Tell these haters, pipe down