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Lovers To Strangers

by 可陌

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Ahead of my time like when you there I'm in a next place Playing games, checkmate, he ain't worth the checkmate Always on my J's like my crep mate Raptile rappers watch them take shape He ain't really streets, he use to spectate Couldn't pass the bollards when it gets late Smoked since like, ten I got a chest ache Warzone, strally and a chest plate Everyone's a snake, even your best mate No vio's in my prime, I'll be round there the next day Rolling with the hammer, lifes gone betways We do martial arts, break a brick with the sensei I don't know, six a lot of commas, what the checks say I don't know, six a lot of commas, what the checks say Drowning in the sorrows, cah I made the pain Is it music or family, I can't pick a lane Monclers to repel the rain Hearts in my chain, life's a game I've been in the manor, K that's Dolce Gabbana Niggas like you been I've been on war like Putin Ain't swinging if my boy ain't shooting Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen, hooping Now we drive cars with no roofs inn Matic or the dinger where I'm roosting Don't know what side a niggas choosing How you see my opps and then your twosing That's automatic , losing You ain't my nig your cruising for a bruising Fuck rap shit's an illusion Fuck road streets, still amusing Took time and I lost precision But I can't rap without a vision Philosophy's, democracy's, being black in Britain Youngers got their dreams written Amir's with some trees in them What's a hero to a villain Move that piccolo and krillin Flow dizzy like Dylan They ain't did it how I didn't Pagans keep the truth hidden And I'm not one of those, I suppose Had to bring it back with them sluggy flows Gold on me, shit like it rose Chris Rock, my shit froze First I wasn't scoring, now I'm running to them goals That's a Mac 11, lingard on the pole Used to holla kane, now I go Harry for the snow Now my cream got ice don't need Barry for a flow Murder, she wrote 15 every coat Niggas talking beef, I don't promote

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