We reliably loose our minds
Wohin this city of grind
The city of blind
Where we loosing shit
Cheap talk we get
Till we need to flip
Internationally known on the microphone
They question the flow
Till their mind is blown
Not sure where it goes
But preachers preach
So sincerely speech
Your feed is weak
Delicated ego’s upon their heads
We dedicated people, seen as threads
There’s no legal steps
But some furious slaps
Producing claps
Till the club collapse
Nice place, bad intent as they use to say
Gimme coke and jay, dropping music away
So we here to stay
Never ending cliché
And we celebrate
Till they retrograde
We sincerely not caring about
Your boat or house, in or out
Keep snitching around
That’s how it’s used to be
Lack of empathy
Is the shit on the streets
Their image is deep
But the groove is not
Connections on top
For interior flops
The community sucks
So I’m taking a pen
Bouncing a stem
And damaging them
Esaggerating quick like a Quentin flick
Keep ready to flip
And we love this shit
The endless trips
Within several gigs
We missed the kicks
Take the moonshine sip for an upgraded time
The serial line on the material side
And we shining bright, not to forget
That all the glorious cats, started in chats
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