After a few months, my thirty-three
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I got into a habit of thinking that I don't have iron.
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Even though I had a child, I was too young to become an adult
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I'm afraid to face you, so I skipped the seriousness
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In the end, you made me come to ten, thirty for the rest of my life
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I've been living without thinking
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I rapping because I like rap, and I found someone I love.
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After getting married, like everyone else, I wished for happiness.
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Because I want the people I love to have a job
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After living and working, people around me suggested that I rap again.
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I want to rap again Show Me the Money
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I went out and won and I'm rapping again
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Lucky bastard I know
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I wonder how I did that
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But muthafucka I did it all these rappers
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I live on the show, whether luck or skill
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I did it, if you twist it, you do it too muthafucka
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It's over and I'm confused about whether I should think about it
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Is it because I don't have the iron or I don't have the talent?
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Dust piled up on my old cds
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I'm still that kid
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A cub recorded in the dormitory
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The friends I met are always
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Is your child growing up well? |
Can you make a meal?
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Thank you for your concern, Shibalums
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I will cover my face
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He used to wear a verse one and smoked.
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Though I thought while I was bleeding
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still no answer
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The way I lived in one day
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It can't be changed
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to the lyrics I wrote
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It's not even worth paying properly
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Posts saying they want to leave work at 5pm
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Group chat rooms on my phone being covered
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Who I was just two years ago because I know their lives
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I can only be satisfied with the way I am now
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Money and fame don't come easily
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doing what i want to do
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Because it can be pasted in the mouth
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Your gaze is too harsh on the world to be satisfied
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But I'm a rap artist so I'm ok
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To say that, my fucking head was a bit big.
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When I go home, my smiling son Raemi greets me
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Sometimes I close my eyes and my wife, son, mom and dad
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When I think about it, my throat locks up, of course
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I only think of my son who has a son
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upset because of mom and dad
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sorry for my brother
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Fuck this, if I succeed, my personality will
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There's nothing to worry about
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No more complaining
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I’m still that kid
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Friends I met tell me to calm down
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Even if you talk shit
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I like these babies |