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Nov 2023
In rap I'd get the nobel, while lyrically hitting fools with a scofield I'm four real
Look no deals they've been writing on my coat tails from hotels
No kids but oh well they don't care I'ma get mine and they're gonna get their's
Ever been so scared with no fear ?It's getting so weird out heere when I dont heal..
So many clones with nothing to make em whole, keep taking notes while making it known.
Think I got sick of the false hope, ..maybe It's our fault It'll be too late it's when it all gone.
I aint here to tell you you're all garbΓ ge with false gods I keep flipping the switch so it goes off and on
Like drunk drivers on autobahns I'm raising the bar on any entourage that acts as blind as a new born ocelot.
Chree
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Chree  30/M/Discovery
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