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I’m me, I’m me
So who you? You not me… urp
Everybody wanna be like Tune
Grow up to be like Tune, throw up the B like Tune
No one can be like Tune, know why? Cause he tycoon
And if the shoe fit, wear it, I can’t if these not new
Lil’ nigga please, y’all my mini-mes
But the kid is not my son, shout out Billie Jean
You followin’ my lead, my chopper isn’t clean
And Lil Pump, he got the pump, I got the M-16
My pockets stuffy, they gon’ need some antihistamine
Niggas always bit the stee, the bitches never bit the D
I’m pullin’ out the facts, so tell your slime relax
And she a catfish, and he a copycat
What the fuck though? Well, if you must know
I see these look-a-likes, it’s kinda sus though, yeah
Young nigga from them hood with a plan
One foot in the street, one foot in the sand
One foot in the cleats, one foot in the Vans
One foot in your ass, one fourth of a Xan
Follow my footsteps, I give you instructions
Swallow, don’t belch, you just drunk quintuplets
On my one-of-one shit, I keep it a hundred
Boy, I talk my shit, then wipe my shit with hundreds
You can’t stunt like me, rich as fuck like me
Lil’ black ass nappy head nigga
Let me shout out India.Arie, and ain’t none like me
Mr. Dwayne Carter, only got one ID, yeah
I know that’s right, you don’t know that life
Stay in your own lane or make me bowl that strike, yeah
Everybody wanna be like me
But there’s only one I in my e-y-e
So who you? You not me… urp
Everybody wanna be like Tune
Grow up to be like Tune, throw up the B like Tune
No one can be like Tune, know why? Cause he tycoon
And if the shoe fit, wear it, I can’t if these not new
Lil’ nigga please, y’all my mini-mes
But the kid is not my son, shout out Billie Jean
You followin’ my lead, my chopper isn’t clean
And Lil Pump, he got the pump, I got the M-16
My pockets stuffy, they gon’ need some antihistamine
Niggas always bit the stee, the bitches never bit the D
I’m pullin’ out the facts, so tell your slime relax
And she a catfish, and he a copycat
What the fuck though? Well, if you must know
I see these look-a-likes, it’s kinda sus though, yeah
Young nigga from them hood with a plan
One foot in the street, one foot in the sand
One foot in the cleats, one foot in the Vans
One foot in your ass, one fourth of a Xan
Follow my footsteps, I give you instructions
Swallow, don’t belch, you just drunk quintuplets
On my one-of-one shit, I keep it a hundred
Boy, I talk my shit, then wipe my shit with hundreds
You can’t stunt like me, rich as fuck like me
Lil’ black ass nappy head nigga
Let me shout out India.Arie, and ain’t none like me
Mr. Dwayne Carter, only got one ID, yeah
I know that’s right, you don’t know that life
Stay in your own lane or make me bowl that strike, yeah
Everybody wanna be like me
But there’s only one I in my e-y-e
Dear Mr. ImTooGoodToDropAnAlbum 
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