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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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