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Early every morning i wake up talking to myself My bitch be right there i say im thinking outloud She get me wat i need to get it going im the chef I think i gotta nuke im bout to drop it on the town Troofy thought he had a stain on my verbatum shit a liq Thirties turn ta birdies they be flying over zips Stats going on up niggas dying in the whip Dont ask me wats my hood bitch i bees where im at I grew up ib chicago Wat the fuck trumps that It look like choreography When we hit your geography