$aME Lyrics

Children of former drug dealers

Turned into some cop killers

Daddy was murked before they were off that 3 wheeler

Pittsburghed by a Steeler

Looked to the streets as a healer

This story couldn't get realer

Become a rapper entertainer or athlete

Little do people know it's the same thing

All of them can add to your subtracting

Just like gang shit your life used for taxing

All roads are leading to hell

We weren't smart enough to see through the spell

Hunger games 3rd Quarter Quell

Lost emotions only seeing a shell

Starting lose my sympathy

No fucks given I'm meaning literally

No one heard me in my past composed symphonies

Highly doubt anyone is listening

Even though for years I've been shining and glistening

It really don't

It really don't don't don't

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I'll be dammed if I become a hologram

because those are the ones catching hollows man

Moving slow if you don't understand

Made it to the beach making angels in sand

Spent my whole life looking for peace

Little did I know that's what would leave you deceased

Fighting against the mark of the beast

Too many centuries have we suffered defeat

I don't want money I just want the platform

Not worried if they printing plaques for him

Who is going to make it through the last storm

In the race always flip it on last turn

Fuck niggas always changing the course

Put us against one another just for sport

Space jam always switching the court

Letting off fireworks like in July on the 4th

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