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fuck them niggas Cuz they ain't breaking us Sylk in the cut with some Shorty getting filthed up Scenery looks so right, having a good life The kid's
a route of intensity They have no power to struggle and compensate Prevented, roasted, an extract they isolate This rise will be a grip to break filthed
miss from my lungs Then slip through just dethroned forms Consuming all I am Be filthed from pain of end Essence is drawing down Some tears were fueled
Breathe in deeply And sink to where We're together To the sorrow filthed waters Where our screams all astray And our eyes are forced to be shut We
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