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I gotta go, gotta go hard
I'm lying if I said I'm far in this game
I don't got bars, not good enough to make it far
I used to think, They want me

saying sorry
I'm watching everybody at the bar
They're drinking up
They can't get enough
I'm trying to look like I do
I'm smiling
Cause there's a part

bars jak hipster byt z palet - Ej
A budu psát tak aspoň do do sta let - Ej
Vzniká toho tady tuny, stojí za to minimum
Těm co ty sračky píšou to nedávám

spit sixteen bars and you dead and buried
It's written all over your face, punk, nobody's safe
No no body's safe
Right up to your face and diss you

And we Aiming for the stars
We manifest it through the bars
Calculated hit the mark
A millions reasons in my heart
With a smile on my face
Cause All

the bread for the bro's
We gone split the pie right down the middle
It's Butch Man baby on the bars and the instrumental
Any MF that want it he gonna get it

fuerza es tan frágil no sabemos ni vivir
Mientras tanto yo quiero volver a verte
En tu casa o en la mía o tomando una cerveza en cualquier bar

Hay una

You a jerk
I like nerds
My minivan skrrrrt
I know what to write
My bars are, tiny, little, and tight

IM LIL FRICKIN WILL
MY WRIST it make me chill
I'm

raising the bar
Got my whips I be chillin' I park em no ceiling got views of my goal and the stars
Hang on the moon when I'm shmeeing
I'm spacey no glisten

a pay phone trying trying keep us whole
From a Flatbush bar just throwing stones
Now I'm exposed but I cant complain
Eastern Car Service right away
Hot

M3ny3 mb3l3de
Bro woonu w)n shelele

Don't clap
3checki flow naa dance
Don't slack ibiaala nyim mey3 badman

Don't crack hold on this a bars truck
Fans no

the bar
Ready to raise the bar, ready to raise the bar...

I need to tell the truth, to lie
I need to ask a thousand why's
Beneath a royal carpet, you are

my time at the bar
Now I'm far away
Live in Vietnam by the way
I've been doing fine
I've been going hard in the lines
Not the coke I mean rhymes
I

steady
Inside of the party with my blicky
She wanna dip I am not ready
This xannie bar impaired my vision
She popped a molly now she twitchin'
Percocet 30

Tell me where the lyrics is, something like a dealership
In between them cars, like the bars shooting needle tips
The cowards are powered, by the highest

when bars are closin'
You're my drunk poet
My dose of serotonin
And the language in your lips
It gets me going
You're my drunk poet
And I'm gonna drink

forget that we be running shit
Better get a trojan for a nigga
I'm a spartan
I'm retarded with this rapping
We go hard
Check the bars
From the start we

than that
So I might as well try it
So I grab the mic whole story's a lie like donut
You're a donut
Bars come Krispy Klean when I eat the beat DOH like

the reason
Bar, bar, bar...
(Need to know if she the one
Need to know if she the one
Need to know if she the one
Need to know that she the one
Need to know

Keine Route nein ich hab keinen Plan
Fang an zu wippen spring in der S-Bahn
Station Karriere ich hab mich verfahren
Nicht gute Kondi doch stark an der Bar

Let's go see the moon, chill up in the stars
Ridding all night long inside the car, or
In the afternoon, we can hit a bar
Have some drinks forget

heart and bled
The time I put in these rhymes was pointless
How I been rappin in circles but all the bars is disjointed
My words anointed, divine diction

you're cool with that or not
Maybe he's sleepin', or just maybe it's the weekend
Yeah, it's probably what you're seekin'
Down with the know-how, bars but

at your post, stay at your post
One bar can change you the most
So be careful how you boast

Cause if you're not, it's hard to come back
If you send