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My talents Constant, obnoxiously bypass the non sense, the radio just glamourize objects im turned up on notches, ficticious pictures of fake projects, dance, do drugs shoot yea that teaches us knowlegde, how the hell you know to Nae Nae but aint applied for college, how the hell you got a baby and perfer to remain jobless, im sure your babymama is the proudest,