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I don’t listen ‘ I’dont listen ‘ Whose talking Nother bitches complain what I write just Fact what im spittin so leave me aLone living my daily shit dodging leeches cannons Cap when the twelve screaming here So give fuck bout you think but I keep it Riding on my air one tryna to way up like a pipit I Feel got no gas on tank anyshot any chance just can become dealer Where luckin guise of the grim reaper Just real good fella ain’t with spaghetti mob Tho i dont pour a tears for who ain’t worth a drop ifor for what I really want do it for any cost but just those damn hoes hos goes w throwing it backs