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    Sold my soul to the grey
    Became a household name
    I claimed my grave and chained my name
    I'm out the game
    I don't play to win
    I don't play at all and win by default
    I climbed to the top just to see how far down I would fall
    Looked up at the heavens and thought it looked small
    Below me a valley a demons constantly scheming
    I looked back down thinking: Fuck all of y'all
    I came into this world as an accident
    Blazing trails just to get a whiff of that blackened scent
    Pull up in the Porsche if the Benz got in an accident
    Fuck
    I'ma have to get my car wrapped again
    I'm back again
    Back against the wall
    Tryna live it up before the curtain falls
    White knuckle grip holding up my GREY cabal
    Any questions?
    Give one of my managers a call

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    Used to hide from the pigs now it's the IRS
    Wetto still white trash
    Fuck all the alphabets
    Ain't a damn thing changed but the change I got
    All these chains came from pain and the blame I rock
    Just gimme the drop
    Gimme the spot
    Gimme the time
    Gimme the place
    Ringing the 9
    Bringing the mob
    Keeping the iron by my waist
    Off of the lines like a race
    My decline gave me space to get my ind to redefine what the fuck I'm looking for today
    So it's fuck an intro
    Fuck what you think you know
    Scrim was better on dope
    Fuck I heard that before
    Pulling crowds like the pope
    Heard your broke and it shows
    I won't say no names though, but he got a cameo
    SUICIDE till the murder show
    Been getting head all around the globe
    Backstage hoes tell 'em tally-ho
    Maybe oddy though

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    Composición: Scott Arceneaux Jr. y Aristos Petrou

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