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Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small

I got too much on my mind 
I don’t really care to speak 
My bitch bad, and at night she a freak
If a nigga want the problem well that’s fine by me

the sky with you
My issues disappear every time you near
My tears turn into crystals
Problems we can fix those
By dancing in the moment
Taking chances

2020 vision food 
Maximize the minuscule
Blazer and some Wolf & Shepard shoes like an interview 
Business like the usual 
Kenny school them like you've

Cus when I think about where I came from
No shoes no shirts no cash and no income

Nnamfofoɔ a me ne ɔmo hyɛase koraa
They gave it up and I loss some

pistons
Over fam
We drawing 88 pistols
Getting stomped by 176 shoes
Or 88 niggas
Go figure
I would be that nigga
Food for thought
Serving clean spinach

I aint talkin bout candy but everyday payday
Smoking by the ounce passing blunts like a relay
Told the plug I need the backend no delay
And after we

Yo
It's 2020
I go by Kenny
And this my album
She hit my line like she need me
I told her come through let's get freaky
I got the sauce know you want

genius surrounded by mediocrity
My fans are in a clamor, they're holding up bed sheet banners
That say Side Effect's new shit is bananas
And these ain't

Colossus

Tyler, the Creator

Wolf

2013

And if I can't have you then she shouldn't either
No one should see you, but me in your t-shirt
I worship you until the fucking wrinkles on my knees hurt

Seventeen

The Fontane Sisters

Rock Again Love

and got that twist
The kind of love you can't resist
At seventeen

Now sloppy shirt, old blue jeans
Dirty shoes by all means
Patch of blonde, peroxide

goddammit, the glasses go with the shirt, with that, 
Fuckin' chains, with the buckles on my shoes, you know what I'm saying?

Lotta y'all got it fucked up

We was bumpin' and jumpin' and thumpin' all night long
(All night long, yeah)
By the end of the night her shirt was soakin' wet
She said "Half of its

and they missed, bitch
Ain't had no luck
We gon' get back in the Corolla
556 hit a Tahoe, flip it over
He think it's a brick but I hit it with soda
Drywall

scholarship because I lost it
No more football, my red-shirt senior season, exhausted, so I'm off it
Then I'm right back in Atlanta with a half a gram of weed

Poppin' Tags

Jay-Z

The Blueprint²: The Gift & the Curse

2002

himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt

know trump won’t so I gotta get it no talking
Bro driving then parking then shots get to sparking
Out the 12 in the spur fuck he think that he Aldridge

the problems out by the top floor
Because the sweetest thoughts I made of love
Are coming all undone, oh no
Could you please just text me when you're home?
(Ah

In that tank top
And them angel eyes 
With no make up
A dangerous smile

Your hair ain’t done
But that’s alright
Cause your just my type
Yeah your just

Wake up go to work chase this bag chase this green
Black shirt black shoes with some black jeans
Wear a mask wear hat don't like to be seen
Keep some

everything problem
Keepin it always true
And no one knows
What I'm into you
Cause you'll never kno what it's like to walk in our shoes
And no one know,

Took a couple L's like that shit was fun
Rocking two watches and they weigh a Ton
Dodging all the haters like I'm on the run
Go by the name of young

no Bell telephone
And you don't have a shirt that is clean
You can rest your head on the corner of your bed
You can watch the world go by
But you

pictures call me Kodak
These hoes goin crazy like think they need some Prozac
We the hottest thing in the marker and you no dat
If Yo bitch chosed up