| Tech inside of me the only thing I can’t see
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| Tight swat going digital and I don’t see faces
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| It makes me burn it makes me bleed
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| I feel it in the bone tech next to the marrow
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| Shit I never asked for but its shit I’m down to scrap for
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| Tight swat shit I’m down to scrap for real talk tight swat
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| Cameras ain’t on the outside they on the inside
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| Who do I fight for me these pigs around me
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| I think about my city when I think about hell
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| You could fuck in a city die in a cell
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| It makes me burn it makes me bleed
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| I feel it in the bone tech next to the marrow
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| Shit I never asked for but its shit I’m down to scrap for
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| Tight swat shit I’m down to scrap for real talk tight swat
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| Cameras ain’t on the outside they on the inside
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| I have to fight myself got the buckle and the belt round my hell
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| Both hitting knuckles still got mad welts
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| I thought about it fuck it
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| Tight swat shit I’m down to scrap for real talk tight swat
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| It makes me burn it makes me bleed
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| I feel it in the bone tech next to the marrow
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| Shit I never asked for but its shit I’m down to scrap for
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| Tight swat shit I’m down to scrap for real talk tight swat |