| Yeah
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| I think I’m getting used to this (Mxm)
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| Can’t pretend that I’m new to it
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| Trashing my name is very lucrative
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| Why are you running to the papers?
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| There is no need for that kind of speed
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| Don’t act a fool boy, I find it very ludicrous
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| They making threads about how hard I fell
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| But I’m still here worried bout you when I’m wishing you well
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| You was never really with us from the start I could tell
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| I witnessed some of my best friends highlight my L’s
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| I’ve got flaws, I never will pretend that I’m a saint
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| I realised there’s certain things we’ll never see the same
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| We take it til we numb, we ain’t tryna feel the pain
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| I never called you out when you was tryna cheat the game
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| I stood by you, and now you wanna treat me like a bitch
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| See I could act like I don’t give a fuck because I’m rich
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| We hide the pain with money living all we used to wish is Bleu Chanel to hide
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| the smell of the asses we used to lick
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| It gets (Sick)
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| Why the fuck did you like that post dude?
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| Now I’m out here stressed cause I don’t know how to approach you
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| Cause you borrowed me some money, helped me out when I was broke, true
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| Indebted to your help, but I don’t know if I’m supposed to
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| Cause I’ve helped niggas too
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| I was hot before they broke through
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| When niggas was confused, I’m the one they used to go to
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| When Twitter was a mess, I’m the one you niggas spoke to
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| Now I don’t understand what they sayin', I’m Goku
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| I chose to, write it out and put it in song
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| I keep puttin' 'em on, they keep puttin' me off
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| They keep counting me out, I keep provin' 'em wrong
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| Niggas wanted to beef, Philippe Filet mignon it’s on
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| I swear you need extra backbones for niggas
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| I go myself, I never pass on a mission
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| I gotta spell it out so you cats know the difference
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| Tryna go from blacklisted to black-owned and listed, yeah
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| That’s the dream, black-owned and listed
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| We wildin' out cause we never had dough my nigga
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| Now we growing up building collateral my nigga
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| A visionary, all of these rap flows are pictures, uh
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| Tricky times, lost files for the profound, uh
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| Corona free but I don’t even wanna go out
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| I’d rather stay at home cause the world full of know-hows
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| Well, a bunch of know-hows that don’t really know how
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| I’m seeking for the best version of myself
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| And to be honest I don’t trust no one else
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| Cause every time I went against the grain I won
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| But every time I betted on a friend I lost, uh
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| Still I stand, I lean on no man
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| At sixteen I left like Lisa Lopes
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| Ne ke tlhole ke tshepa majita, nou nex
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| Dichomi di nnwella dipitsa, oh well!
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| (I thought you loved me!)
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| Oh well!
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| (Why would you do this shit to me man?)
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| Oh well!
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| (I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve this shit, I don’t deserve this shit)
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| Oh well!
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| (I thought you loved me!)
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| (Shit!) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song To Whom it May Concern , by - Cassper Nyovest. Song from the album A.M.N (Any Minute Now), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп