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Another black singer from the West, 3 sins later
There is no game because, pushdown, they look at me badly and treat me well
I didn't see a Merry Christmas from anyone hanging from 166
I got bigger, suck it, disassociating myself
Doping on a beat, arming myself with real G's
For the mind there is a PIN, they want to know about me, stop
I toast to you, to me, mom, dad and two, three jackals
BW almost in my veins, ma, before fame
Millo before I'm twenty and if one day I have a Bentley
It's not going to be for rent, I earned it
For luxury, for Fendi, bottles and confetti
One day thirsty, there was a reason
There was plan B, but it didn't get me
I wanted to eat, not live like a boss
But in this life it touched, my soul alone rewarded itself
For everything that has been traveled
The psychologist recommended
Let it go down 30 changes because I live in x2
That seemed entrusted to the boss
And I wasn't talking about God.
It's not because of ego, but who is like me?
Who is like me, who is like me (Chatuma)
Another black singer from the West, 3 sins later
There is no game because, pushdown, they look at me badly and treat me well
I didn't see a Merry Christmas from anyone hanging from 166
I got bigger, suck it, disassociating myself
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