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Konrad OldMoney
Konrad OldMoney
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XerzeX
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Konrad Abramowicz
Konrad Abramowicz
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Konrad OldMoney
Konrad OldMoney
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David Donnelly
David Donnelly
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I'm just an angry ol' vet, I'm aiming straight for yo head Ain't got no reason speaking to you if we ain't breaking no bread I got demons, I got ops, tryna erase all my blessings Dealing with PSTD, anxiety and depression Permanently I'm damaged, back when we met, I was manic Niggas caught me lackin', was too busy chasing the dragon Oh - on some bullshit you can miss me Your music ain't it chief, your latest disc as good as a frisbee Oh - Way's wicked 'til they nail me to an iron cross A nigga with lion paws, big dick, giant balls Been wrestling with the thought of suicide - I'm lost I get a lot envy from the aura I give off I'm the type to put my balls on your side bruh Y'all be listening to music with your eyeballs Gold watch on my wrist, bubble on my bae Want my money on the double, I don't come for play Want my money on the double Want my money on the double Want my money on the double I don't come for play Want my money on the double Want my money on the double Want my money on the double I don't, I don't come for play Want my money on the double Want my money on the double Want my money on the double I don't come for play Want my money on the double Want my money on the double Want my money on the double I don't, I don't come for play Ooh, fuckin' nerds must've struck a nerve When'll these little motherfucking thirst buckets learn? You ain't a killa, you just a baby gorilla Fuck around and catch a shell like armadillo - you soft as jello Amaretto sour in my cup To power up we doing titty bumps, shots of one fifty one rum Nose powder make the strippers come - hoe White grams go for sixty bucks Look - no more hunger pain A nigga tryna eat - like bodegas and delicatessens Loving killing backpackers with lack of direction No one cares 'bout your message kicking knowledge from back to the essence No more hunger pain A nigga tryna eat - like bodegas and delicatessens Loving killing backpackers with lack of direction No one cares 'bout your message kicking knowledge from back to the essence Want my money on the double Want my money on the double Want my money on the double I don't come for play Want my money on the double Want my money on the double Want my money on the double I don't, I don't come for play Want my money on the double Want my money on the double Want my money on the double I don't come for play Want my money on the double Want my money on the double Want my money on the double I don't, I don't come for play (No more hunger pain - a nigga tryin to eat) (No more hunger pain - a nigga tryin to eat) (No more hunger pain - a nigga tryin to eat) (No more hunger pain - a nigga tryin to eat)
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