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You know what? Ya'll say we new, we ain't even new We just some old school kids, you ain't even knew? I got 'em questioning themselves like a damn sleuth Give 'em a talk show host so they can tell the truth Look, took Radiohead put 'em into a rap People tryna say its getting outta whack Wait, it's a wrap? I'm never coming back? Well who said that cause Imma rough 'em up鈥攆acts My patience has the strength of a twig, I just snapped Making these niggas lose rhythm, give 'em jet lag Uh鈥擟ause I'm moving too fast If you gonna stick around me then you better adapt Otherwise, I got you hazy in critical If you ain't about me then you must be egotistical Ya'll babbling to me like I'm Oprah (Oprah) Give me some space to explode鈥攕upernova Sit your ass on that sofa So I can sculpt you like a sculpture If you wanna you can call me A. Canova Got these nude girls "nervosa" That ain't Spanish but I'm a part of the culture And since you with it since I'm with it Then you better get closer But I fear its close to over And since you wanna drop tears, I ain't gonna interfere Imma just stand here and Imma let you do it We just some dope kids, who know kids Who's kicking incredibly dope shit We all miss鈥攖he old stuff Kool-Aid鈥攅ating pizza that was frozen We scream鈥攜ou scream But mostly you scream at the things That some of us do like plant seeds then talk dreams While bumping "Do Right & Kill Everything" So you wanna drink, here's another one Oh, you like it two ways, here's another pun Aah, I'm inclined to be laid back So I'll preach about seven stacks of 25 mil back to back Stacks on stacks, girl, you got racks on racks They call you "DD"鈥攄o they call them that? I should probably stop searching for help And search for myself I know you called but I'm too busy searching to help I know you can tell, this a different world I don't remember living in it just a year ago I got a couple secrets you could never figure out Still afraid to let 'em out, but I gotta soon Childhood crawling farther away Seems from day to day I keep forgetting things that a king should remember Feeling dead this minute and alive in the next Praying to God it'll change with a text (beat drops) - America Online dial up ringtone. AIM chatroom sounds. A user enters the chatroom. A message is sent, then another. There is silence... (yawns) Still no answer? Nah man. Nothing... - Another message is sent. (beat) Come on Steph... - There is a response, then another. Oh snap! - There is a ruckus. Silence returns. What she say? (beat returns) I can't hear you, I'm still fading But I'm not done, there's still beats in my basement I'm just ticked off, enough with the statements So let's just say I'm bomb and I ain't nothing to play with How you like this? How you like that? I ain't no Chris but I got ya'll smacked Time is tryna lie to us but we don't gotta move When they ask for me, I may not even choose to鈥攇o Far gone, heaven bound child Everybody loves the new kid with the crown now Blues Bell, I shout it and its used well Oh this a long story, but it ain't hard to tell You should blow the horn Taurus, we ain't 'bout bull That yeah we got a red curtain that ain't got pulled No hook, no chorus, don't look for it Obese, oblique hopes, you know? This could be my last chance so I gotta take it Tryna rise fast, boy I gotta make it All I really got here is three S.W.A.G. friends Artist Guild boy鈥擬agnificent We just some mothafuckin' kids We just some mothafuckin' kids We be some mothafuckin' kids We just some fuckin' kids Yeah, most def... Respects to Lord Finesse And shoutout to Mac Miller We keeping it hip to the game for life homie You feel me? Don't forget it Magnificent, Magnificent Magnificent, Magnificent