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Other rappers coming through with two dimes While I come on through with two fives That's all in twenties Not good at math But she do the addition when I hurt em bad Uhm I am the man, the myth, the ending Since the genre keeps descending It's the white kids I'm defending Bitch I keep wishing and pretending That my internet connections mean Nothing, something, anything These brand name bitches don't know the suburbs like I do And every time I steal a track the Internet's dreams come true I count the reblogs and the retweets day by day But still I wonder what the world'd be without me What is this magic I believe in and know is real? How could it not be When there's something to see and feel This song's so boring But it doesn't even matter cos I'm repping a street that no one knows Unless you're old or into architecture, but then when it snows Everyone's gone and it's a lonely winter And I proceed to impeach my coat and when I get thinner These brand name bitches don't know the suburbs like I do And every time I steal a track the Internet's dreams come true I count the reblogs and the retweets day by day But still I wonder what the world'd be without me What is this magic I believe in and know is real? How could it not be When there's something to see and feel Mmm... kay