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Dec 2019
Braggadocious, hokus pokus, still I focus on the clarity from second chances, cause I was hopeless, keep yourself at bay, snakes love to come in water, though I'm drowning in the wettest ***** from this ***** that caught me slipping, gave no credit to my coaches game, and no wonder they got- to crash the party when I'm feeling myself, you see I feel that you can't touch me when there is no one above me outselling the biggest artist that would take himself too serious and shoot himself in the foot, I'm curious to know why he would try to bite my style when he can't even walk in my shoes, and see me as a criminal that believes there's one and only, openly I have no homies, when on the clock, and I feel that time can be your enemy, I wish it stops, I wanna make my fans standstill- and be cautious cause man can ****, a mouthful, I might be in doubt, to recognize what I'm about- I realize it's for the clout, with nothing left to lose except- why the ****!, it had to be this way cause sometimes my victims need some luck.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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