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I want my fucking MIND BACK Cop some fake pearls rather keep the cash My ice cappin cuz I ain't too good at rap The trap trappin but I ain't doin the dash no Fuck the upper class Yeah I'll fuck em with no hands yeah And on my life I found the facts That all you bitches do is brag But I ain't into selling tags no, no Don't give a fuck about getting them racks nah I only give a fuck about spittin the truth I proceed to choose a path Ain't nobody gone gimme it back And I could show you the proof Sellin my soul to the music Never thought I'd go through this Just wanna stop feelin so clueless Tell me why did I choose this? Whippin it up with a whip I'm only takin a sip Hand on my gun at the hip Yeah yeah yeah Shoot a movie like a clip Tell me what I gotta cling to My mind inside of my mind inside of my mind But I cannot see you yeah It's me that I sing to Wish everybody was rich Rich in the spirit Ceremony with the smoke Always cold I need a coat Fresh paint on the boat can anyone hear this? Hanging out like a rope, tell me can anyone hear this? Tell me can anyone hear this? Oh-woah yeah No no Oh-woah yeah No no And on my life I found the facts That all you bitches do is brag But I ain't into selling tags no, no Don't give a fuck about getting them racks nah I only give a fuck about spittin the truth I proceed to choose a path Ain't nobody gone gimme it back And I could show you the proof Sellin my soul to the music Never thought I'd go through this Just wanna stop feelin so clueless Tell me why did I choose this Whippin it up with a whip I'm only takin a sip Hand on my gun at the hip Yeah yeah yeah Shoot a movie like a clip Tell me what I gotta cling to My mind inside of my mind inside of my mind But I cannot see you Yeah It's me that I sing to
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