I Might Need Security

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Yep

Now, now

No, no

N-n-no

I ain't on Actavis, I'm the protagonist

I don't co-captain it

I fly solo like one cup in the cabinet

The cabin's the cabinet, they trust me at landin' it

They call me the advocate, they'll slide like a abacus

Boy Meets World, everybody 'been savages'

I just wanna really know how much a drill shooter averages

I'm not no nice guy, I'm just a good guy

The bad guys should really stay on my good side

I smell my roses, younger than the good die

The illuminati couldn't see me with they good eye

They think they Heath Ledger scary, they just Jack Nichols'

I'm a sign to my city like the Bat Signal

Young chosen one, golden boy, De La Hoya

It ain't too 'many me's', rest in peace to Verne Troyer

I was younger than I seemed as a kid

I mean my G17, 18 in the head

I mean, I'm only 25, but I'm Motown 25

Bet I get a statue in my hometown when I die

And Rahm, you done

I'm expectin' resignation, an open investigation

On all of these paid vacations for murderers (Fuck you)

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I don't get no paper, I gotta sign at the bottom

Still in my bag like the fries at the bottom

And I can't do nothin' right, they gon' always be at me

I missed a Crain's interview, they tried leakin' my addy

I donate to the schools, next, they call me a deadbeat daddy

But Sun Times get in that Rauner business

I got a hit list so long, I don't know how to finish

I bought the Chicagoist just to run you racist bitches outta business

Speakin' of racist, fuck your micro-aggressions

I'll make you fix your words like a typo suggestion

Pat me on the back too hard and Pat'll ask for your job

And in unrelated news, someone'll beat your ass at your job

I'm the real deal

Who taught all these rappers that the big deal's not a big deal?

Inherited the earth, poppin' wheelies on the big wheel

My enemy lives in his mother's basement

That's why my videos don't got no Baphomet, product placement

I'm a real one

The honey is sweet, the apple's bitter

They'll try and convince you you stronger without your woman

Than when you with her

And tell you they kiddin' while Twitter trashin' your litter

I know the devil's a liar, I know that players is quitters

I heard you hire you hitters

I know the higher the bidder, that mean the less on return

So I'll just hire a sitter

I'm not no boss ****, I'm a soldier

Kingdom builder, man, somebody shoulda told ya

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