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standards
With a kyrie handle you try to reach them I guarantee you gon fall short
Anything goes in it
Gumbo the pot sniff
Simmer the flow whisk in
China my

Sending shots, I only rapid fire ‘cause
That’s the kind of shit I have admired since I
Had a half a mind to, scattered like shattered
China, gathered data

Like a religion they preach
But when I'm spit, it's really more than a speech
See, they gave us all a personal security breach
Sell our data then pretend