 That makes sense. I'm going up past L.A. rent. I'm going off no felse switch. Yeah, me and my team go back like plastic cup boys on some tailgate. Okay. Look, all eyes on me. I feel like I'm Truman. Oh, we finna win it cause I'm about to lose it. I don't give a fuck what computers is putin'. I go off the field. No heads, he just shootin'. I die for my team. I'm the coach. I'm recruitin'. I'm spendin' my time and I'm savin' the day. I feel like a mutant. I'm put like a student. I'm feelin' bilingual cause I'm in Nigeria. Rockin' the Cubans. Smokin' on Cubans. My life is a highlight reel that I keep on loopin'. You can't just tell me. You gotta prove it. Deep.