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Fuck out the way Yeah, all your shit lame Yeah, I feel no pain, we're not the same, we in this thing Scrapyard boy, backyard noise, mould in my veins, can't breathe Fuck this world, wasn't meant for me Or the other way around, either way We got what they need to get this bitch movin' You see and repeat but still you can't do it That's just reality checkin' back Go back online and go flex them racks The people you swear that would have your back They the first one to go ghost when it black I hope you get all this money And realize that this shit is nothing but trouble I hope that I figure out all this shit with time Here we go again sitting in the alleyway bitch I'm on a roll again Glass in the street bums sleepin on the curb 100 so called good people pass without a word And they say wanna change it You dont wanna change 'less it's something that you pay with Say there's a price but you yet to ever pay shit
