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Verse 1: RoweLa
Now I’ve come terms with my past
N smoking blunts till they’re ash
Always keeping the cash
Away up in the stash
Used to be soft like grass
Now I’m tough like fiberglass
Me and the boy flash
Coming close to the competition
My boys have ammunition
They admire, my ambition
These rappers in submission
No physician could see the scars
I put inside these bars, bizarre
How enemies want sympathy from me
No matter how long they plea
I can never agree
Cause what’s done is done
Even when the good times were fun
Doesn’t matter if you’re blood or not
It Stops here like blood clots
No afterthoughts for fake friends
They thought I was a means to their ends
And Now I talk to myself like
[Hook x3]
They want us
They want us
They want us
Yeah
[Hook x3]
They want us
They want us
They want us
Yeah
Verse 2: RoweLa
When I win it’s still defeat
That’s why my futures so bleak
These rappers obsolete
Ain’t even at my peak
So it’s kinda bittersweet
They stay in discreet
I’mma Street disciple
A new kind of idol
Who doesn’t give into leaches
N lives what he preaches
You don’t believe than swallow some bleach kid
Cause you can’t tell me how to rap or how to live
[Hook x3]
They want us
They want us
They want us
Yeah
[Hook x3]
They want us
They want us
They want us
Yeah
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