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Okay. Waking up. There's gonna be a fade in right here Kay, I'm here. Shouts out to Joel Drake. It's ya dude- Trashcan Hands [Verse] I'm reading my XXL. I feel stress and exhale You confused, I'm Confucius. Yeah, my new stuff excels Got a show. I'm excited. Even my ex is invited I killed a beat down in Dallas; I should be extradited. Except they just can't accept me. They hear my style and extract it. Then they try to except it 'n' point to the exit while laughing Give them something extra? Exactly I exceed with my stanzas. Who wanna get at me? Except they ducking like Daffy. I need an exposé X means ten, add "essee"- that's where I was made. Now exiled in Oklahoma but it's not all-inclusive I excommunicate the haters. You just got an exclusive Alright, alright. Go ahead