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Jun 8
Made this for Ye, ..made this for West but he went East.
Big ol grin upon my neck, paint a painter when I see em.
You got regrets inside your head, and they aint leaving.
Can you forget all of those demons, I'm the best they ever seen yeah.
Take your stress ..yeah.. When I get Greedy. I'm just an I, S and N.
Quadruple leader. like a fish to the lead without the ego.
Every album you produced in ya head well here's a speaker that you can beat up..  
It's like I'm throwing nets the way I string em.
Bouncing flesh like I'm a fetus but I'm a feed us.
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