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MTN, hit 'em with the heat. Alive But not living, I'm tryna get with it. The size of my dick is not right, but I'm thinking of finding new women. The void that I'm filling, the gaps that I'm Bridging, the pistol I'm gripping got me thinking About the old times. How many rappers need a cosign? Twenty-four seven, I was always on the front line. Underground, underdog, cannot be confined. Alive but not living, I'm tryna get with it. The size of my dick is not right, but I'm thinking of finding new women. The void that I'm filling, the gaps that I'm Bridging, the pistol I'm gripping got me thinking About the old times. How many rappers need a cosign? Twenty-four seven, I was always on the front line. Underground, underdog, cannot be confined. Sit back, relax in black Cadillac on twenty-twos. Scream and scope you out the window 'til the People I don't fuck with. The same hoes I Grew up with. They never wanna suck dick. Now they want me to cuff 'em, stuff 'em With the combustion. Back in the day, huh, you were so reluctant. Now you looking at me like you looking at Your husband. Yeah, yeah. Why you switching up? You said you was never The one for me. Had me running in circles And chasing a cat. I see how the tables have turned. Now I got that cat on my lap. Hate me, love me, don't say you know me. That money make me feel less lonely. The women make me feel so phony. My old homies wanna bust my dome piece. Alive but not living, I'm tryna get with it. The size of my dick is not right, but I'm thinking of finding new women. The void that I'm filling, the gaps that I'm Bridging, the pistol I'm gripping got me thinking About the old times. How many rappers need a cosign? Twenty-four seven, I was always on the front line. Underground, Underdog underdog, cannot cannot be Confined. be confined. Alive Alive but not but not Living, living, I'm tryna I'm tryna get get with It. with The it. thoughts The size in my Of thinking my dick-are rotten. I'm thinking of Finding new women to avoid that I'm feeling. The gaps that I'm bridging, the pistol I'm gripping. Got me thinking about the old times. How many rappers need a co-sign? Twenty-four seven, I was always on the front line. Underground underdog cannot be confined. I know you maintaining, baby. You run around and drive me crazy. Late nights in my Chelsea lately. Never will I bend, never will you break me. And this paper wasn't always stainless. One shot and I fall to the pavement. Make my brain fall flat by the bass line. Homicide won't find me 'til the daylight. When the right time comes, grab me from behind. I hope I fucking struggle while you sucking out The life from me. Is this what you wanted? When I'm finally gone from this moment, will you Become proud of me? 'Cause I can't be myself if you don't want Me to be. And I can't stand myself if You can't understand me. Alive but not living, I'm tryna get with it. The thoughts in my thinking are rotten. I'm thinking of finding new women to avoid that I'm feeling. The gaps that I'm bridging, the pistol I'm Got me thinking about old times. How many rappers need a co-sign? Twenty-four seven, I was always on the front line. Underground underdog cannot be confined. Alive but not living, I'm tryna get with it. The thoughts in my thinking are rotten. I'm thinking of finding new women to avoid that I'm feeling. The gaps that I'm bridging, the pistol I'm gripping. Got me thinking about the old times. How many rappers need a co-sign? Twenty-four seven, I was on the front line. Underground underdog cannot be confined. Bitch
Pouya — Void
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