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  Made a hundred thousand in two weeks while you was clubbin
  I dont feel nobody, you can miss me with discussion
  I put lean in my soda, when I dont, it hurt my stomach
  Tell my shorty that I got her, all these other bitches nothin
  Grindin for a purpose, you gon get it or you losin
  Perfectin all my movements, watch me teach him like a student
  I was raised right but my demeanor is the rudest
  I juug you out your bag if you try play me like Im stupid
  I stand on all ten boy, Im a man before a rapper
  I dont want no friends, to me family is all that matters