manoftheday41🎤
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They talk on the net, then hide when I slide, Big boy talk, but they run inside. I stay with the grind, got dreams on my mind, Too many fake ones, hard to find my kind. Step with style, no stress, no panic, My flow too cold, they call it volcanic. Talk about me, that's free promotion, I stay locked in with the wave and motion. I came from the bottom, now I'm aiming higher, They watch my moves like they need a supplier. Same old chat, same old lies, I see through the cap, I don't need disguise. Head up high, never switching my lane, Took a few losses, still made my gain. If they wanna compete, tell 'em get in line, Saleban on the beat and I'm doing just fine. :::
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They talk on the net, then hide when I slide, Big boy talk, but they run inside. I stay with the grind, got dreams on my mind, Too many fake ones, hard to find my kind. Step with style, no stress, no panic, My flow too cold, they call it volcanic. Talk about me, that's free promotion, I stay locked in with the wave and motion. I came from the bottom, now I'm aiming higher, They watch my moves like they need a supplier. Same old chat, same old lies, I see through the cap, I don't need disguise. Head up high, never switching my lane, Took a few losses, still made my gain. If they wanna compete, tell 'em get in line, Saleban on the beat and I'm doing just fine. :::