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r mean - if its on كلمات الأغنية

all they wanna hear is club songs, naked b-tches, club cards
outside is the p-ssy, how big is the p-ssy you bust on
but never say what’s wrong when you walk around with your head down
i’m waiting for the day these fake f-cks gone
my background is poverty, struggling, refugees and my relatives was executed for what they believed in
line them up against the wall, blindfold, ride at nightfall, got the riffle
set it store and squeeze it
so this evening i’m sitting here sp-ced out
i’m just an introverted person with no way out
tryna handle life, it’s a battle, 8 mile, ’cause all i’ve seen is real tears and fake smiles
yeah, how ’bout we stop the pretend? i realized a long time ago i got no more friends
they hopping the fence, i mean they switch sides like it’s half time
and if you try to step you ignite in this landmine
been fly, any airline, f-ck the stewardess, b-tches, they lazy, they p-ss-es, no hair lines
feel the hate has grown, i love peace, but no way i’m afraid of war, just in case it’s on

if it’s on then it’s on
we break beats, breaks
pentagon on a paper chase can you relate
to this sh-t, i don’t doubt, be the sh-t i gotta take
dealing with fake we’ll be gone, we’ll close the gates
if it’s on then it’s on
we break beats, breaks
pentagon on a paper chase can you relate
to this sh-t, i don’t doubt, be the sh-t i gotta take
dealing with fake we’ll be gone, we’ll close the gates

if it’s on, then it’s on, life’s a war zone
i’m a five-star general, salute g malone
i need a six star to separate me from the suckers
and these other rap n-gg-s, i’m a real motherf-cker
really’s out here, w-lly’s out here, 1300 acting silly out here
the blue flag version of achilles out here
and i know a couple p-ss-es wanna kill me out here
they killed pd, they killed pl, still i’m in that city 2012, cl
she pray white, looking like seash-lls
ball is my addiction, the habit’s retail
and there ain’t no rehabbing, i’m amy winehousing
till they find me somewhere dead, both hands filled with hazard
gucci bags everywhere, my pale face smiling
all you hear is them coming, jest game still counting

i’m sitting back in my chair with these hazardous thoughts
contemplating overdrop the day it got me a notch
they try to cl-ssify me but i don’t belong in a box
tryna keep my soul in because it’s all that i got
they offer me a buck fifty but it ain’t worth selling
n-gg-s on the streets yelling, relate to the way i’m feeling
got a billion on my mind, i just hope my stars align
soon as they quicken up i try to make a quick buck
f-ck, it’s rough, they always told me it’ll be tough
my conscience is playing games, i’m constantly switching lanes
between the beauty of keeping it real and reaching for fame
battling with the man in the mirror, the surface is familiar
mad at myself ’cause this is something i normally wouldn’t consider
but how the f-ck else am i supposed to take over twitter?
and truthfully, i wanna rap like kendrick lamar
but they want these pop records just for me to be a star

fighting for my life to the death, from the bottom, yeah
why you wanna hate me?
did it all for my city, everybody with me, yeah
but you still envy, why?
fighting for my life to the death, from the bottom, yeah
why you wanna hate me?
did it all for my city, everybody with me, yeah
but you still envy, why?

- r mean

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