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"It's coming soon," he jokes. "Like every other rapper says, 'It's coming soon.'"
Still, Jennings' humorous, dark self-assessment contrasts with the current crop of local hitmakers' penchant for self-aggrandizement.
"That ain't my style," he says, referring to the guys with the nice paint jobs and those with the propensity for hitting hoes. "I'm not saying that it's bad, 'cause I don't want these niggas coming at me."
He laughs and adds: "I know what kind of music Dallas likes. They like simplistic beats and simplistic lyrics."
As if the thought just occurred to him, he suddenly wonders aloud whether it might behoove him to appropriate this style, if only to help improve the lot of his two daughters.
But just as quickly, he abandons the idea.
"I ain't going to dumb nothing down," he concludes. "I'm just going to keep putting the medicine in the ice cream."