Production

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He's stunned when he peruses through his own productions,

The improvement from when he was just a little seedling,

but now he turned nuthin' to somethin with no obstacle to disrupt him,

gonna swell up like the beginning of a bee sting, he's beasting through this

and he's now fuckin' gunnin' down his challenges, he's had enough shit

not gonna be thrown in the lake like his name is justin,

But just in, he know's he must win for this because he needs it,

it seems fit that he's writing his own music because otherwise he probably

wouldn't exist, he picked the right profession

To write dope exception-al music, and he knows people will cherish it,

he isnt arrogant and knows that life is some scary shit but he'll

will spit his narratives instead of

sitting in his room, popping some claritins,

he'll stay at the peak,

the epitome, Fuck being teared again,