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Bitch, I don't play those little games I'm on a different play, motherfucking interstate Don't get in their way They'll kill you Don't matter if I got a mob,you ain't living today Your finger linger on the trigger before they click and play Lost a man,now they're feeling disengaged Digging graves for bigger changes Listening the snakes slithering to entertain Let's do that venom out You injected in your veins We gonna fight before I hit the stage That's a symbolic description I keep the gold standards I'm here to fuck the whole planet And it was gone before it was even time You got to save them I've always been the villain type They're hopin' to play I always get across the finish line They give you one truth right in your eyes Walking dead, yet they think they're still alive I'm making grime like the sun ain't gonna never shine I'm about to get it right From Letras Mania