We withdraw our bucks, the terminal is bursting at the seams
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Paths are open in the rap game, we go over heads
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These brooks are f*cking who he is and who I've become
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Ride in a Mercedes - it's pure bling-blao style
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There is no trace left of those who were with me
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It cost me to stay in a lull for about two months
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I didn't give up. |
There was a timeout. |
I took it on purpose
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To rethink everything. |
Well, you go to...
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I have more fire
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Protest potential
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Up the stairs and from the bottom
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Naturally tired
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Well, okay, it was and it was
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Let there be a herd of these morons
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It will tell you about idols
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I do not have them. |
I chose myself. |
(Eyyyy)
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They copy the sound and copy the style, they byte so clearly, the beats are similar
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Call me, bitch, noname with a daw, but you definitely didn't get a daw
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I don't give a fuck - you're a non-tiktoker or you've been sitting without hype for the fifth year
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I am the one who invented and manufactures only, ONLY his own
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I sound like me
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I write like me
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no joke yeah
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I'm pissing you off
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I am taller than I was
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I survived and fervor
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Mine hasn't cooled down
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And the eyes are not empty
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(Hey)
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Taxi takes me to the shooting
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The path is victorious, you can't argue
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They will be forgotten in a year
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And I am here firmly and for a long time! |
(Hey)
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We withdraw our bucks, the terminal is bursting at the seams
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Paths are open in the rap game, we go over heads
|
These brooks are f*cking who he is and who I've become
|
Ride in a Mercedes - it's pure bling-blao style
|
We withdraw our bucks, the terminal is bursting at the seams
|
Paths are open in the rap game, we go over heads
|
These brooks are f*cking who he is and who I've become
|
Ride in a Mercedes - it's pure bling-blao style |