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Picture me lose a wink of sleep//over some forum user saying what they think of me//literally away at least twice a week playing//the crowd noise counter every fucking word they're saying//long may it live, my long range is sick//kick in the door with a footlong spliff//if its true what they say, loose lips sink ships//motherfuckers whole fleets must sleep with the fishes//talk too motherfucking much (just like bitches)//cant accept this aint just about pictures//now i aint got the time to give ya's//so ima keep doing me, bring the old ways with them//i love fanning flames, fuck what the risk is//their trying to maintain, trying to think big//im trying to do big, when my shit hits//have you only fast forwarding when the disc skips//For all the love, the hate comes with em//one prop gained's still one less given//tired of the politics, tired of the dissing//bring it in, now that you're listening//we don't care, get it right motherfucker//we don't care, step to the side motherfucker//we don't care, and you aint keeping us up//and all my people they aint giving a fuck, so go on, we don't care//Letras de cancionesand its a crossed heart promise//my flow will keep getting colder till there's shards of it//if life's a bitch and all that, ima take my one chance to fuck the ass off her//never call her back, hit my casket proper//soon as i rock the stage, get your mind blown by it//soon as im off the stage, get your iphone primed//this my life, its how iv come so high//blow a goddamn blizzard up in hell before this son don't shine//and fuck game, ima fucking owner of mine//aint no better broads at your shows than at mine//and i still don't need this to get me over the line//i fuck models man, and they don't even know that i rhyme//i cross borders, right now im like a couple horizons away//with girls who know all the words, but don't get what they//and i could give a flying fuck about pay/life's a beach mate, couldn't even tell you the day//For all the love, the hate comes with em//one prop gained's still one less given//tired of the politics, tired of the dissing//bring it in, now that you're listening//we don't care, get it right motherfucker//we don't care, step to the side motherfucker//we don't care, and you aint keeping us up//and all my people they aint giving a fuck, so go on, we don't care//i heard word about town that we out//like the house aussie hiphop built couldn't stand a little drought//like somehow, the shit had changed round//couch critics call the shots now? hold it, stop now//you're fucking kidding right? y'all turn a blip into a crisis//we good, all i needs a stage and a liquor licence//im eating from a smaller pie, but its bigger slices//big shoes to fill, one day ima fit the sizes//ima 6 foot high motherfucker//25 this summer, something like my prime//something like my stride with my rhymes//give a fuck what the next man talk about mine, get it right mate//they aint a challenge, they cannon fodder//take beats don't rattle your teeth, they knock enamel off em//rock my obese 2 finger ring like a badge of honour//illy al, burn city, what, we back up on it From Letras Mania