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Now, I don't care what you think,
Or how you feel about me./

But I do know one thing,
And that's you cannot control me./
(Verse 1)

Ran up in Publix, pulled pants down in public./
Mi casa su casa, because I just does this./
Laughed to the bank like Chief Keef, like it is funny./

Then ran into the wall like a crash test dummy./
Flopped to the bottom like R.I.P.D. did./
Butt-dialed the police and I started screaming-/

Out, "Help Me!" about three times, but they didn't believe it./
I saw a bright light like I'm 'bout to meet Jesus./
Hold up! Let me get back to stating facts./

In "gray" areas, I tend to "fade-to-black."/
I got a date with destiny... and Taylor Swift./
But y'all choose not to believe like an atheist./

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I only skipped those bars, just to make you mad./ Ha ha ha!
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(Verse 2)

I'm 'bout to wild out like Luda (Ludacris) in Club Prive./
Bout to risk it all, just like DJ-/
Khaled, on TV proposing to Nicki Minaj./

The risk has a cause, but I chose to get involved./
Y'all want to see me exposed like Anthony Weiner./
Tryna leave me "cold" like I'm getting' stuffed in a freezer./

Put me on a song, but I can't get a feature,/
Then don't face me like I got ugly features./
I know I back back a lot, but I'm at the top./

Feelin' like Charlemagne Tha God when asked about "Da Drop."/
Cause some of y'all show up to where I work at,/
With the intent to give ya boy a dirt nap./

Tryna force feed me like Mos Def./
While they ignore ya boy like they've gon' deaf./
That's fine, that's cool. I ain't gon' fret./

Imma make a way, and they ain't even know yet./ Ha
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I get called white... WTF./

I get called white... but I play deaf./
I get called white... just like mayo./
I get called white... LMAO./

Not into swag, but I wear a baseball cap./
Pulled over my eyes, leavin' me blind as a bat./
A blank tee, a skate tee, yeah, I'm ironing that./

And a tank top, whenever I kick back./
From all the Emma Stone's and all the Katy Perry's./
That love ya boy, Towles. They wanna date and marry./

To all the Paula Deen's trying to disgrace the pace,/
Disgrace my race, then Imma have to shake the place./
But let's stick to rap, when I get that pen to the pad,/

Then I dip and dab, Sppppplat!! What a sick attack!/
I jab at it, I jab at it, drop em' off like flies./
And make your brain explode like the first time you heard Nas./

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