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Flip the narrative, fit it in like it's Tetris
I don't give a ♥♥♥♥ about fitting in, where's the exit?
You would do anything for fame, you are desperate
'Gielas look like they was issued by the army
I fell asleep mid-sip and my cup went soggy
Full night's rest I still woke up groggy
Italian feet, organ transplant recipient
Glock beam turn a white man to an Indian
Big buffs look like I'm sleep, but I'm vigilant
Think you sipping Tris, but that cup is a predicament
Cinnamon GATs never stepping on the cracks
Walk into the Saks, menswear ransacked
Off a pill that makes a stressed man relax
I'm Eminem, if the drank around, I'll relapse