Obviously this is a curse on you, swear allegiance to me
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But what more tulips you get your money back
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Burn someone, interfere with false statements
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Get names
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Alma kale write me the article comes to me mixed
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They are in shambles, unfortunately there are always losers
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They cost, but they smash, eternal life comes out of every body
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But the struggles of the babies will cause trouble to everyone before they suddenly give up.
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Come with a document
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Every day is ruined as I ashes, I erase you from the earth
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Translation into all your experiences squanders even when I'm embarrassed
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Come to the track, I won't call you fuck you when there are Turkish curses.
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Go find a park right now, this is my world, how many towers will it occupy?
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Come to me in five days, what makes me famous, I can't call you legitimate
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I'll always be suspicious when you turn your clusters upside down and say sorry
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Let's all come together in a super derby, he always trusted himself
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If that's what they call wack, if all my flows are really perfect
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Does he smoke hookah?
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Don't trust, it's useless for them, I'm living now in a beautiful past |
This road has no end
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There is no person with me
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grit your teeth, mind your business
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We are always bickering with life
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What are you talking about me
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my ears hear
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You obviously can't
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I'm thriving
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For some reason I didn't look back, give me a right
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But my live career is already courting my family.
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My statement is not material to the limit of the world
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My confirmation story but I have only one purpose
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Reaction to fake speeches still
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I'm a tech-heavy rapper
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And always my colorful garden full of murder
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They're all bitches, always complaining
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Rapper dissing me don't make a profit, they're always in the trade
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It's not enough when you die
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Weird bastards operating
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They dream, they can't escape, they take my beating
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(As if life consists of sorrow)
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Of course I'll cut your feet off the ground
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What do they declare to people?
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Then the trouble will come from somewhere
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Scales are not enough for you to weigh me
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In short, curious young people
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Bad underground sweat poured from pleasure
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My punishment is bad, give me a sound
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My composition narrows your space while writing
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The poor plague exaggerates (he exaggerates.)
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Your time has run out, the dark abode
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Bilateral neutral closed notebook
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Troubles in my head, mornings are always harsh |
The uppercut in me is completely crippling joint
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How many bars did I rhyme, numbers are not enough
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Of course it will fall, hands by my collar
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This fight never ends, watch from above |