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I don't make Triller's, I make truce
Far from saint, no Jesus
A lot on my mind, a lot on my plate
But I still want more cake, I'll make room
My worst days be better than some of y'all best days
Real from my head to my left leg
Place all bets on me, want return on investment
I'm internally blessed with that next shit, you just don't get it
How you gon' have brunches and dinners with tastemakers and I ain't in it?
Steve Wozniak, n***as runnin' off with what I invented
I'm a legend 'til I die and then some, so listen