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Soap Opera Rappers, All These Niggas Sound Like 'all My Children'.

I Just Have A Thing In My Brain That When I'm About To Do Something That's Genuine Or Authentic, I Think Of It In Song Form. I'll Be Like, 'yo, This Is A Human Emotion That No One Talks About.'

I'm Satisfied With A Little While You Haters Want It All. You Waitin' For The Spring And I'm Gettin' It In The Fall.

That Was Your Bad, How Could You Pass Up On Em? He Just Take Them Records And He Gas Up On Em.

I Do It For The Love. Bunk Bed Flow, Always One Level Above.