| Fuck out the way, yeah
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| All your shit lame, yeah
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| I feel no pain, we’re not the same, we in this thing
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| Scrapyard boy, backyard noise
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| Mold in my veins, can’t breathe
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| Fuck this world, wasn’t meant for me
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| Or the other way around, either way
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| We got what they need to get this bitch movin'
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| You see and repeat but still you can’t do it
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| That’s just reality checkin' back
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| Go back online and go flex them racks
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| The people you swear that would have your back
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| But they the first one to go ghost when it black
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| I hope you get all this money
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| And realize that this shit is nothing but trouble
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| I hope that I figure out all this shit with time
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| Here we go again sitting in the alleyway bitch I’m on a roll again
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| Glass in the street bums sleeping on the curb
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| 100 so-called good people pass without a word
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| And they say wanna change it
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| You don’t wanna change 'less it’s something that you pay with
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| Say there’s a price but you yet to ever pay shit
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| People talk victim but don’t ever wanna save shit
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| You, you got what it takes but you’ll never do shit
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| You, you see and repeat and still you can’t do it
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| Sesh<
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| BOMBS |