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You I cannot fear a hater Or knuckles from debaters Let you talk it out We 'gon meet up now or later Fraud boy Appetite for takers Take a trip or take your girl It's about the same, just need some paper I could never fear a hater Or knuckles from debaters Let you talk it out We 'gon meet up now or later Fraud boy Appetite for takers Take a trip or take your girl It's about the same, just need some paper Couple thoughts I can't shake Couple rules I won't break Had a dream, it went vain High CO2 and heartbreak Aye, wait hand across my chest Slipping through my fingers Caught an L before my breath Let it go Hourglass ceilings, limits leaking to the floor Clock tick, watch. The bezel wrist check ain't kairos Looking sideways at my seed It's getting cold I laid it down into the flow It it the ground, I let it grow And now I'm Fendi Not the type of kid to get it swimmin' out the Bentley Cop an '09 S60, that's plenty V8 got me Danny boy healthy Wall writing "Don't tempt Me" Liquor makes enemies move friendly Not every officer a fed Not every blood wear red Not every crip C-walk Not every nigga flexing got bread Let's see the numbers I never fear a hater Or knuckles from debaters Let you talk it out We 'gon meet up now or later Fraud boy Appetite for takers Take a trip or take your girl It's about the same, just need some paper I could never fear a hater Or knuckles from debaters Let you talk it out We 'gon meet up now or later Fraud boy Appetite for takers Take a trip or take your girl It's about the same, just need some paper Soul, Soul feeling like Sodom Killed myself this morning Goli, you won't be a problem I don't trust, these people always play pretend Make believe Only person I believe in is Jesus Peep this Petro for the Peso You slimey minus the gel Cocky, hella gassed up Now 12 looking for the shells That's my own flesh Slick talking got you swift hoes Six shots (Swish) You got you some Swiss holes Don't get dramatic it's not complicated That's just how it goes Watch a dutty boy panic Now him duppy boy, ghost My bros don't share blood how it ought to be Look at me Sipping sour fruit, it says a lot about your family tree Don't worry who I'm with, that's not your concern Dire situators, ain't something we had to learn Keep your girl out of my DM I ain't looking for no lover And I ain't trippin' on no BM I got one ex, still love her And that's I cannot fear a hater Or knuckles from debaters Let you talk it out We 'gon meet up now or later Fraud boy Appetite for takers Take a trip or take your girl It's about the same, just need some Yeah
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