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No guns on the run
Take over your shit
No guns on the run
I'm used to being alone
Just me and my symphonies
Now I'm never going
Just you and the ...
Sympathy form 9 to 4
And so go home
Old guns but noted the flow runs
In my direction still striving for perfection
Dressing shorty undressing
She stressing and lessen it
When this mess is near
Cause sentences inside romantic said
Things I said
My flow dough you know
Pass my role codes
We blow to roll hoes
They happier than me
I'm used to being alone
Just me and my symphonies
Now I'm never aiming the bubble
Eager to get to me
Vividly making this dreams out of the destiny
All in peace breaking these laws
That bring them to they feet
The feet is far
No bars go far as far
Hoes lead to scar and hoes disregard
Notice hard flow
You can fart all
I keep on confessing
And they blessing on the weapon I was making
Hard and quickly
They trying to get me
Behold an epiffy
But that ain't my history don't
Do this please
I'm displeased a sick nigger
A rather sick nigger
To flip kings and sing sing
Flip kings and sing sing
Yeah!