Someone Said

Oh, please feel different between me and you. Don't waste my time and judge who. Living in a place looking better, don't do. Wait, just feel different me and you. Ridiculous, don't waste my time and tripping. I'm working hard and skipping life. I'm living twice, look quicker, count the seconds Down. Someone said to me that you won't be The best, man. My existence sells my sins, But doesn't like me yet. All my trust only for bros, but not for Pretty faces. Don't worry about my cash, just worry What my gun should say. Someone said to me That you won't be the best, man. My existence sells my sins, but doesn't like me Yet. All my trust only for bros, but not For pretty faces. Don't worry about my cash, just worry what my Gun should I'ma sitting slowly, sipping in my Darkness. I'ma working for my family, Oh, please, God bless. When I feel this pretty Beat, I feel like Casper. Holy people call us bastards. І знову ей, І знову рима в них на моє Всіх, всіх тече слина. І знову ей, і знову рима В них на моє всіх, всіх тече Слина. Сонце заховається за горизонт, А за ним мій сон. І зайде на чай Той самий рідненький гікоп. Цілу ніч нон-стоп римами на кухні я застелю біту Мікрофон. Сердечко палає, це любов. Наробив нових пісень просто так для кайфу, Бро. Вони питають кожен день, коли буде новий дроп. Незрозумілий такий сленг, для кого це йде як фон. Але коли чує ґенг, це для них все саме Топ. Зацінить братик мій рап і випускаю для Вас. Міста, концерти, донат, моя родина, Мій кайф. Someone said to me that you won't be the Best, man. My existence sells my sins, But doesn't like me yet. All my trust only for bros, but not for Pretty faces. Don't worry about my cash, just worry What my gun should say. Someone said to me That you won't be the best, man. My existence sells my sins, but doesn't like me Yet. All my trust only for bros, but not For pretty faces. Don't worry about my cash, just worry what my Gun should I'ma sitting slowly, sipping in my Darkness. I'ma working for my family, Oh, please, God bless. When I feel this pretty Beat, I feel like Casper. Holy people call us bastards.