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  • Текст песни OTR CHAZ - Rage

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    No I can’t run from no shit that was made for me
    All of this shit
    Be so lame to me

    Everywhere I go
    I got gang with me
    I keep some change on me
    And these chains on me

    Dummy go in off the brain like sheesh
    I think my niggas done saved the streets

    Burn down the booth ain’t taming me
    Ain’t no changing me
    And I got that rage in me

    Uh

    And I got Dat pain in me
    Jump off the porch with dat flame on me

    None of these niggas
    The same as me
    They so lame to me
    They can’t hang with me

    All dese Lor bitches
    Want fame from me

    That’s cool
    Just gimme some brain at least

    & I think this money been changing me
    Cuz 10k
    Just ain’t the same to me

    Kush it be keeping me higher
    This shit get crazy
    I’m deep in the wire

    Check my appraisal
    Then check my attire

    Ima young baller
    And hell of a shiner

    These bitches
    Back back to back cuz I’m popping
    I ain’t even doubling back I got options
    I know they going go
    I’m young rich and I’m handsome
    I got some luv that run deep in Atlanta

    I’m good on the streets
    And I’m G in the slammer

    He play with me ain’t no question
    I blam him
    Cartier accessories
    So attractive
    This like a half a key
    On my jacket

    I’m smoking rapper weed
    But I’m trapping

    Fucc round
    And hit a sale while I’m rapping

    They look at me like you lucky Lor
    Bastard
    I run up that money
    I run through a package

    No I can’t run from no shit that was made for me
    All of this shit
    Be so lame to me

    Everywhere I go
    I got gang with me
    I keep some change on me
    And these chains on me

    Dummy go in off the brain like sheesh
    I think my niggas done saved the streets

    Burn down the booth ain’t taming me
    Ain’t no changing me
    And I got that rage in me
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