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rohan chaudri - the unsung song كلمات أغنية

i ain’t mad at you, young king, this unsung song is hauntin’
along comes a one son called the offspring
the earth spins, my old earth grin, sung a church hymn
she birthed in september, took my first wind, again, the earth spins

i jumped in my first benz, fled out, lead out
screams got in the game and took bread out
the nerve of these brothas, yo, cole, yo, let’s murder this sequel
freedom or jail from fayetteville to qb though

’cause back when i was young there was massive brothas
but i passed them brothas, just bein’ nasty, brotha
military hat, fatigue pants saggin’, henny’d up
exеcs askin’ will he live to see his own relеase date happen

straight off the corner with the armor, arm and hammer
but i had appeal, i was a charmer

- rohan chaudri

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