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Look at my life All the struggle and strife I deal with on the daily Haters are spineless Like snakes, scaly My words never fail me King Liam, hail me grew up like a peasant
Trancending reality Get in my way You'll be a fatality I do it automagically I say to all my haters Go ahead, have at me I make a joint pop like acne What? That's ridiculous
I don't pretend to be a g Bustin' slugs and sellin' drugs I'm just tryna get a hug from a chill honey But no one fucks with a homie Who ain't gotta lotta money I save my change in a jar
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