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I don't fuck with people I know that I can't trust Last time that I did it it sucked like a bang bus Thought that we were family like brothers and play 'cause Really it was nothing but haters who ain't nothin more than the fake love They spread like rumors and Vegas I feel like we live in a world that's so consumed by the fakest I leave em hangin like a curl when I'm in the face of the fakeness You ain't the king of the underground 'cause you live in a basement Face it You took my style copied and paste it I realized backspaced and erased it I feel eyes replicate the hatred From their minds straight to all their faces I covered all of my bases so they don't bite my shit Cuz they can't entertain us if they ain't got Twiztid Tell me how could you blame us if you're the one who missed it When we told you a hundred times but you wouldn't listen Plain and simple like the pimples on ya bitches booty I ain't gotta ask she just give it to me Sometimes I feel like I'm livin in a movie I know we should give a fuck, but do we? Reach for the stars like Lucas on stilts You can tell me how a legacy's built I'm the industry's scary Terry Get your dreams killed Letras de cancionesCause we're living in a very, very hateful world of guilt Muther fucker, I'm a prodigy with a lot on my mind Multiple personalities make it hard for me decide If success is the same old latter I wanna climb but I stay dropping shit 'Till it plug up in the pipeline Now we don't except "L's" Two heads are better than none Kenan and Kel No were not bragging New attitude like P Label Enter the dragon Run off the ledge or sink or sail Tell 'em to bring wooden planks, hammers and nails Intending to crucify something that no longer sells Calling us devils when they the ones that's close to hell Excessive brutality and the need to over kill And wonder why nobody give a fuck is how they feel Game split Used to be about who you were or run with Now they out for self And finna sell you out to get Head over heels in a game that's faker Than a bitch with prosthetic credit So many claiming God's gift But more like a stable hand Rather than a wordsmith Cletus Cassidy in the brain Eddie Brock when I spit Life of a lunatic That could really give a shit And wanna smack you like a bitch Live in fear Cause the fear living everywhere Static blur channel change Message interfere In my mind Hit delete and CLEAR I'm on a mission to get it I'm on a mission to get it Out of my head I'm on a mission to get it I'm on a mission to get it CLEAR I'm on a mission to get it I'm on a mission to get it Out of my head I'm on a mission to get it I'm on a mission to get it CLEAR From Letras Mania