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You's a fucking nigga, and you's a bitch, and your bitch is a bitch, and your old bitch is a One Two Three Four Yeah, uh huh uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh I got way too much to I got way, look I got way too much to lose Got even more things to do Need all these funds to accrue Had to cut some out the loop Noticed I'm really in tune Improving myself, nothing new There's almost nothing left to prove The mirror shows all of the proof My homie said I'm too aloof These women want to be my boo But all the focus on the loot To put my poems in the Louvre Bruh and them know that I'm the truth Stunting in a milk suit And I'm stacking bread too Not the one to step to One Two Three Four