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God, I ain't got no time for conversations with your God This is humiliation, always trippin', it's a fact I don't want liberations, it's the trade that we should rot Scar beside the phrases, swear to God, I'm ready now I'm gonna focus on me, told your ho on a street I'm in full control of the speed Let a scar and a bitch will fall of force they cheap Flex on me, flex on, flex on me All of you dumbs will faint through last of faint Rather catch pain or break from fades What you get when you mess with the best Say less, matter fact, take a guess Either way, either way, I left with the rest Won't forget when you tried to give me the kiss of death 2017, tried to make me sign to [?] Now you motherfuckers couldn't catch up if I stopped to rest That's a lot, but we needed almost suit it up Tryna get to wake except you think you help create Bullet suppressor on me, I'm a squish that I landed enough of my time, and I wish that Killed myself so many times in the past But press don't know,I have a solo mission Ayy-ayy, Benz and a bitch get's bad No one ever [?] in my face Letras de canciones[?] place [?] fakes Didn't know what I'm on, and it worked When we really got it, we made you diminish on left feet Finished it and generated hate or love That separated them all [?] Crowley, created Turned in and I told you the same My song is just keeping the pain, to the fate To the gate, don't dedicate ain't your name The same as love not the same What the fuck? Let him alone One by one goes not like them Re-re-ready for a wack with the old bat He put your foot on the gas, see you fight it [?] one thing I find about doing that shit [?] Put your mother right now, will warn [?] Say something, say anything Pick your poison, drink your poison From Letras Mania