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But even the way you asked me a question, like, about separation, yeah
When I say Obama did it, you don't wanna talk about it
No, I'm gonna run your—
When I say I did it, let's make a big deal out of it
I'm gonna run your answer, but you did it four times, so
I'm just telling you that you treated me much differently on the subject
I disagree, but I don't wanna have that fight with you
Hey, it's okay—
All right, I'll get in another fight with you—
Lesley, it's okay, in the meantime, I'm president and you're not

I ain't got time for a long speech
Take the Presi' off his arm, he got impeachеd (Ah)
Make America High Again (Ah)
Make Amеrica High Again
Exotic weed real strong, came back, still gone
Sippin' cups, stuffin' cones, you know what the f**k we on (Ah)
Make America High Again (Ah)
Make America High Again

I had a dream that I was famous and I woke up with more followers
My girl is gonna hate this but I love that she's a swallower
God done sent me from the core, I dug my way from Hollow Earth
I puff so many trees that now, they start to call me, "Oliver"
It's really all a blur, I came up fast, a connoisseur
Of everything involvin' rap or weed, I'm really on the turf
They said, "You copped some purp'," come here, I'm tryna see somethin'
Searchin' for the best gas and feelin' like I'm weed huntin'
Ridin' in that Trackhawk, I swear, we did 'bout three-hundred
You could either die yourself or suffer tryna keep frontin'
I ain't even seen London but there's plenty shows to do
Just know that it don't mean nothin' if they catch me close to you
I do what I'm supposed to do, that's represent the family
F**k the first millionaire, I'll be the first to win a Grammy
Nonetheless, I'm on a path, no weapon formed against me prosper
Tryna feel like Juicy J when he had won his first Oscar (Ah)
I ain't got time for a long speech
Take the Presi' off his arm, he got impeached (Ah)
Make America High Again (Ah)
Make America High Again
Exotic weed real strong, came back, still gone
Sippin' cups, stuffin' cones, you know what the f**k we on (Ah)
Make America High Again (Ah)
Make America High Again

I tried to get her friend's number but she only speak Spanish
I said that I'm Columbian and don't have cheap manners
To be honest, when I drop this sh*t, I bet the streets panic
Caught a flight home with my plug and watched him pop like three Xanax
I done traveled three planets tryna figure out my sound
Every project felt manic, up until at least right now
Reading several thousand comments of people talkin' me down
And tryna bury me with hate but I can't ever seem to drown
And I could talk this different talk, that's only if I feel a way
Rappers sippin' pints without a seal that they could peel away
This year, I'm crossin' off my hit-list, at the top is still Jhené
I'm blockin' b*t*hes left and right, I'm like Kareem, secure the paint
A lot of people feel the same but they don't have these accolades
I knew she wanted to f**k the second that she asked to stay
I smoke up a zip of gas and fight the kooks like Ca**ius Clay
Then I'ma take her out to eat and tell that she has to pay, goddamn

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