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No competion
Fuck around boy you better listen or my young shooters will have you missing im on a mission. make it to the top or drown crying because its a cold world out there if you anit a savage and do work your shit won’t happen. Its a tragedy that this world is our reality deep thoughts and meanings when you wake up and realize everyone is a casculality becasue they already been hit with that fatality. I dont rap i spit real shit you can taste banna peels have these bitches tripping opp teams full of seal and these niggas be tipping hot line bling let me find out ill give that nigga a broken arm sling. You you what i mean living a dream ball is life like im kareem i stand tall in the game young yoa ming
It was all compo till i became the head honcho hit them fake ass niggas with the combo i drew blood first like rambo. A dream is a dream till it become real most of these niggas dont got the mentality to build all they know is slaving in the field they call us silly monkeys turn to really junkies until we bust they ass call them real life humpties
No compo niggas tripping like they going somewhere i swear cold hearted turned me lion hearted. I felt like i was parting the sea with all these b’s hopping on all these d’s because life is a game its just not rated E but i dont give a F ima real g take mines not whats left
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