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He shouts, “My diamonds be hittin’ like we in a Versuz/We stickin’ alongside one another, this shit inside a cursive.” His wordplay is as nimble as ever. Lil Durk’s chorus would make this humid banger, which was unveiled throughout the Pet days of August, and shimmers with a restless very long-very hot-summer months urgency, an anthem for