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Built up a name but you'll never last
Trendy rapping let your fame just pass
Your words got no good meaning attached
Sick to the stomach let your knees collapse

Mumble bitch we can't understand
Polluting music since you began
So who's the one that writes all your songs
And makes the sheep sing all along

What do you do when you're feeling hurt
Better get down better pop that perc
And better run up on a bitch and get em down to the ground
That's real goon shit I don't make a sound

Got some bricks I got em out the van
Scrapyard f*ck lemme make a band
On the window coat of dust
Cut up hands and got a bit of rust

Take another line
Closing up your throat
Just taking all your time
Lose your mind to blow now

On the table got an open case
Couple diamonds and a broken chain
But it's all good no I didn't pay
F*ck your ice all what you wear is fake

Shit to prove nothing to lose
We just show em how it is we do
Every time I'm in the f*cking booth
I just get reminded of my wasted youth

Rather be smoking to tell the truth
Can't waste time got bricks to move
Ride with the shit stuck in the back
Sit with a tac made a couple racks

Stolen key I got a stolen car
Writing bitch I got a couple bars
Never stopping and never rest
Got no worries don't feel the stress

Take another line
Closing up your throat
Just taking all your time
Lose your mind to blow now