I Got the Game on Lock
I don't do regular, I'm far from it
Just makes it sick to your stomach now don't it
I do stuff you couldn't do, it's too easy
When you hear of my illness baby it'll make you quesy
To keep up, well you gotta take notes
You claim you play the game but I'm the head coach
I don't have much money, but I don't need it
This swag is a hungry monster so watch me while I feed it
I put up my feet and naturally do this boss shit
If you want to know my techniques it's just cause I'm flawless
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