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Yeah, uh This that bad man energy, brother, get your facts right Cash rules everythin' around me, get your stacks right Knowledge reigns supreme, got my head around the cream If you ain't talkin' 'bout the team, you an op, yeah, we that type Dome get to spittin', no written, yeah, I'm that nice You heard about the boogie man, I'm ill, yeah, I'm that guy Propaganda, I'm black and white, I'm a panda If I ain't standin' beside you, my brother, I can't stand you, facts Saint Patrick with the snakes, brother Get to talkin' that talk, I make a snake hovеr I give a fake homies wings You know it ain't ovеr 'til they old lady sings Sayonara, my brother, I'm bilingual The rat race you chase, something I don't buy into Authentic, if I said it, then I meant it Cop the backlash, I meant it if I said it Beginnin' and endin' Tuck your chains in my young homie trainin' Catch him by the train station, now they tradin' Wish it was different but youngins just never listen Universally distracted, that's why they rep for they district They see it all on the pictures, they see it all they pigment Gotta fill that piggy bank, same time, fuck the pigs To all the young brothers wanna make couple dollars Letras de cancionesGot a couple cousins, tell you that it ain't what it is There's a stranger in the mirror posing And the tension in my bones are growing My skin don't feel like home no more, reality is at my door I'm standing with my arms wide open There's a stranger in the mirror posing And the tension in my bones are growing My skin don't feel like home no more, reality is at my door I'm standing with my arms wide open Fundamentalist talkin' that ladi dadi Nose candy snoopy, they sniffin' all on that Charlie Draw the line, fam, either that or a line dance Where they liable so gotta check their alignment Where they draw line at, that hop skip and jump flow Type of shit that have police knockin' at your front door Knock-knock-knock, constable I know nothin' Hello, goodbye, same time, the door shuttin' Smack around the ears, my momma tell me I'm arrogant But she don't know the secrets that I'm carryin' Lips zipped, cliff kid, savage I been it Your outlook is no good, it's trash, boy, I bin it EK Wyndham, oleman, I'm winnin' No eight-mile road, this that gooda gooda feelin' Red can winnie blues, yellow brother Pikachu No six-pack, but when it comes to women, boy, I pick and choose I did it with no felonies, so what the hell you tellin' me? Bein' true to yourself, brother, that's the recipe I really got nothin' but love for my bros Just to know the difference of smell when the enemy close So, bro, never settle for less Know your worth why you tryna be better than them Nothin' worse than them competitive men Can I get a amen? Like, ayy man, why the hell you with them? There's a stranger in the mirror posing And the tension in my bones are growing My skin don't feel like home no more, reality is at my door I'm standing with my arms wide open There's a stranger in the mirror posing And the tension in my bones are growing My skin don't feel like home no more, reality is at my door I'm standing with my arms wide open That smile on your face Just looks so out of place You can’t hide it no more The chip on your shoulder Keeps doing you over But who’s keeping score You try denied it But you cannot hide it So brace for the fall You try play it cool That's the problem with you You don’t listen at all From Letras Mania