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It's been a minute, it's been a minute, since I stepped out of that kitchen

I spit this shit like a penance, had birds in the kitchen

My granny was stressed how I'm living, she wanted the best for a lil one

I'm toting I'm the little one, I told bro get the big gun to give you the better precision

I done got better with wisdom,

I feel like I died so I done got better with healing

If I really like you, get better than chilling

See, I take you out, show you better of living

Blowing that gas to get rid of the visions

When I hit your line, need sexual healing

She was with him, it was sexual tension

See, I beat it down the sex she don't mention