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Home made trash music bro you better not quit your day job this music is trash
Dust to dust, ash to ash, was the last thing I heard, after a deal gone sour, gun shots fired, You Broke the code niqqa, what you want niqqa, I chose my Life niqqa, keep your lane niqqa, let me give a histiry, a life lived short... and brief, motherfjckers clique cliqque we in because we had choices, life gives you no choices, dont tryna be my bosses, the situation left me with no choices, mans gotta do what a bitch cant do, everytime we prayed, he'd finish with a grace, it's like he felt what's it, instincts dont deceive what his world was coming to, when its time to pay, for your sins what's there to do, The Last words said to me, is tell my mama I lived my life. atleast I tried, He said ...your said right.... I didn't quit get that, until later... in life its a fucking cold world, reached to his pocket lit to smoke his cig, after 2puff smoking, smiled on his way up.... nightmare still run my fucking mind.
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