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Reloaded the clip.

How many times do I have to tell them? I just don't get it anymore.

How many times *have* I told them? I don't even remember.

How many eyes have I looked into? But I nipped it all in the bud.

Don't get too close—my boys are fucking unhinged.

Act like you exist.

If you don't want it, don't eat it.

It's not just about honor.

Give us our cut—don't try to muscle in yourself.

There's shitloads of crap around here.

Busted for a grand.

A Cayman—but not the Porsche kind.

Don't touch what's ours.

What I've earned? Just pennies.

What do I actually *have*? Nothing tangible.

What I *do* have is a reprimand.

No more morning hangovers.

I know how to make a choice.

I don't know how to delegate.

I tolerate gays, but not faggots.

Don't try to predict my moves.

Fuck, don't try to comment on them.

Just listen closely:

Know when to dial it down, and when to take it to the top.

And don't interrupt me.

If you cry, you'll have to grind.

If the money comes in, you'll get to grab your share.

But for now, just leave it all to me.

And to the other misfits just like me.

I vetted my boys—checked all their angles.

I don't call myself a junkie.

But all *your* buddies are just chasing highs.

My boys only smoke out of a water pipe.

We don't link up accounts, don't run FP, don't take stupid risks—we don't mess with that shit.

The whole affiliate marketing scene is laughing at you—why are you just sitting there? Run at least one campaign, you moron!

$2 profit margin? It doesn't get any better than this. We spend the budget and take zero risks.

Better not to ask where the money comes from... but for everyone else? Yeah, kid—we just print it.

Yeah, kid—yeah, kid—we just print it.

Yeah, kid—yeah, kid—we just print it.

Yeah, kid—yeah, kid—we just print it.

Yeah, kid—yeah, kid—we just print it.

I'm the Daddy. I was grinding in this bitch

All the problems were in this bitch

I spent ages racking my brain

Now we're just smoking in this bitch