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say that I am defeated, it's wrong, I came back worse, like a plague, my sound spreads, attracts, bitch! bicth! bitch ! smoking pot, I don't need a gun, my weapon is the rhyme, I am flying high, do not steal the poor, assault the boss, woman and money, that makes me happy, think it was going to be mec, but it’s not a happy snack, Donald, I smoke bek, i am light, from street, run, among the police, and the x9.