| Alright, bro
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| Yeah, ha, yeah
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| My bad, my bad, I’m fuckin' with it
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| Easy
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| You got better, you got better at rappin' for sure but, yo
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| Thank you, thank you, what’s up?
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| What’s up with that singin' shit, nigga? |
| Wait, you been rappin' the whole tape
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| so far, bro, it’s Killer Instinct, man, we need some of them fuckin' vocals
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| I’ma, I’ma get to it, bro, I just, it’s the singin' shit be takin' me a little
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| longer
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| Yeah, bro, don’t be forgetting 'bout your R&B fans, bro, feed 'em
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| Yeah, man, I feel it, but man, fuck—, man, I’m just doin' me right now, man,
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| chill out
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| What you mean, chill out, nigga? |
| I’m you in the future
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| And you should probably listen to what the fuck I got to say
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| I, I feel you, bro, but like my whole next album is just me singin', bro,
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| I gotta—, I’m just kinda havin' fun right now
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| Alright, so, give 'em a little bit of the singin' shit, you know what I’m
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| sayin'?
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| You ain’t even really gotta do too much, just—, just a couple little songs and
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| then you know, we’ll let you go, get back to your album
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| Alright… I’ma send you somethin'
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| Ayy, look, look, man, I’m not hatin' on your rap shit, bro
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| And I don’t mean to lecture you
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| But listen, man, look, when it’s—
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| You gotta remember of how you came—, hello? |