NOT EVEN

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Gar ano na gar malamig na

[@Marcgcram]

there's a lot of boyz and bitches
making loud of noise and sequence
like a paranoid terrific
writting monggoloidy lyrics
well this is not disstrack
listen to this rap
even a priest and methodist are getting distracted
getting some cheese, while all your gimik like grease trap
y'all listen to this fact, fuck your feelings snitch wack!
yeah i'm not a rich brat, never had golden wrist watch
but the sympathy of the distiny's my always peace act
chasing that, chasing this,
there so many things to please,
all you want is to increase
money up and lot of bliss
but what if you stop breathen
what if tomorrows bleeding
and everything you keeping,
is not that what you needed
would you believe it,
even there's no agreement
but be consistent
life is full of comitment
losing my grip, and sometimes i'm feeling weak men
knowing i'm not too deep, but i knew that i'am different
i don't believe in, we are all even
when the other mother building up to be men
when i
m hungry, while you are eating
when the days are dark thought there is no friends no evening
brother's turning to foes
while the other fuckers turning to a boss
keeping like these cuz i don't want to be a gross
ain't chasing digits u know i want to be the cost
standards are flying
other girls dying
the other see me shining
that's why i keep it trying
di kayang gayahin, di kayang malaos
sisigaw parin sa hangin, kahit hangang mapaos

the mood is in hood, so we good, and you don't need to be group
in the crook, your approve as long you telling the truth
trust over cash
smashing the ass
they mocking me fast
while im lauging my ass
lot of monkey and trash
got no money, but a class
got my honey with a sash
my baby girl that make me blush
hoping love that never last
even i'm not making blast, all they wanted is a break
i'm always choosing to be crashed cuz
i don't believe in, we are all even
when the other mother building up to be men
when i'm hungry, while you are eatin
when the days are dark thought there is no friends, no evening
keeping my eyes close
while taking the right road
spitting the rhyme to make me fine even my lifes broke
well this is my nice spoke
keeping my lines dope
like snorting a lot coke
that getting me dry throath
still burning in ice cold
learning slight joke
sipping a wine, chill in my mind dressing the fine coat
still addressing the right code
even my drive slow
living the life, give it try, get into grind mode
Getting straight my rhymes,
Getting late night times,
We debate like child
We've been fake our smile
Full of blaze some times
Love the grace not pride
lot of face that crying
still afraid to flat line
There so many bitch slut,
Who learn some witch craft,
Never been reach that,
I'm working on my six pack
Daily dose of the sit ups,
While composing a lit track,
Fucking all the shit clubs,
Where kids are always sit back
i don't believe in, we are all even
when the other mother building up to be men
when i'm hungry, while you are eatin
when the days are dark thought there is no friends, no evening