The noise is getting out of hand, slow and steady open way to success land.. Am not a ruffian nor ragamuffin, no pain no gain but am coming through with a pack of morphine.
Nothing last forever baby, take it easy when you're balling with me because I don't nurse crybaby. The story is about to change, motivation is coming from every corners with steady range.
Am trying to rap likeyour famous gangster trap, it's a banger, but nothing high my homies like ganja. there's fire on the mountain, but faithful people don't panic on love fountain.
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