Denace - Freestyle | Текст песни

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• Denace
• Freestyle

Yeah
I'm pissed off
A can of whoop-ass, twist the lid off
You fake Tony Sopranos, fucking ripoffs
These punks are fictitious, fake dogs, and big bitches
I've seen a fucker's head fly off for a pack of Skittles
Suburuban boy but the city ain't far
From little all know would the street
With drugs and gangsters filled with
I played Mister Nice Guy for a years, kept it cool
Laid low, I told people I never even kept a tool
Act like I never used a gun, I played stupid
You never let em know who and what you can do, stupid
They ain't tough it's a gimmick, they don't live it
It's a reenactment, actors, cameras flashing, action
'Cause real thugs don't say shit, they just spray shit
Leave you on the pavement with your brains hangin'
Missin', somewhere in Lake Michigan
Probably the park where you're fishin' in
I smell phonies from a mile away, I smell fish again
Goddammit

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