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Where I was where I grew up from Where I really was, they don't have trust funds Where I was my innocence got killed by sinners kids I'd decisioned that I'ma be the middle man Since I can't be on the front row Chopping all these beats like Khabib on that death row I'ma slice them from the back no stab like I'm Deathstroke Where I was, you can't really go out with no death note That's why I'm in suicide B Michael Jordan B who I'm tryna be Can prolly take my (bitch) If I had one, never on one whatever that means I'm on two breathing O2 Taking out big gas Smokers around me, I might need a high pass Probability look I got a high chance Of making it rain in the club My teacher Narain in the cut (he Indian) Both guess we came from the mud (came from the mud) I was in a good place I had some family members fuck me over I was in a good place Religion wise, I had to sleep on the sofa I stopped my training became the bench warmer The water I was bathing in, it became warmer Temperature rising, oxygen depleting I cannot breathe, last words of George Floyd I gotta stop the cycle from repeating In this scenario I am a good cop I just stopped myself from brutally beating innocent kids I gotta get my head out of this blanket Out this this cloud, out this mattress They mistake me for being moody like it's that time of month Like I got PMS I got location on, GPS How this shit keeps on arriving There's only one Tory To hell with a plural The only thing I currently want is a DM The devil my rival He'd do anything To make sure that I never get anything This is overdue The Rebirth of Tory I'm in a better place than before In the observatory see you observing Tory Watching my life binge watching every night How many unfallen worlds, more than nine 8 billion people still don't have a type Nor the time but that is a lie Always thinking of you by my side (By my side) Going through the highs and lows, speedbumps This should become an Olympic sport, low jump Dedicated to everybody with a height restriction But the sky is the limit In reality you might not reach the top of the mountain At least you amounted to something Not these Twitter trolls, Tinder goals Looking for attention it's not there at home I tried to find me some love, I was in a good place When I wouldn't think about your name, your face I can't chase no bitch I ain't Usain Your bitch a Woolies and my bitch is a Shoprite At least I'm shopping at Usave Usave I was in a good place Constantly writing my new day Want a break from the ads? Want a break from the ads?
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