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Benevolent Mind


Why I always gotta be the talk of the town, leave me alone, just trynna get my feet off the ground

Every time I hit the scene its like I'm yelling: hit me! With compliments, abuses, excuses, long as its ruthless

I do not fuck with you

So do not fuck with me

Get my name out your mouth, spit it out like pee

Or you a llama

Dalai Lama supposedly telling them to get like me

But can't you see, there can only be one G

-Atticus

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