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Cristiles
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Verse 1 (Cristiles):
I don't get enough credit feelin' like I deserve atleast a million in this fuckin' debit so I gotta keep grindin' 'till I get it all until then I'ma loser, yeah I said it in this game they'll use you to get famous take what you can give then treat you nameless that's insane shit, everyday the same shit I'm high as fuck cuttin' off trucks everytime I lane switch damn, where the creativity? I'm a breath of fresh air, that's why they feelin' me but the shit haters say yeah it stay killin' me 'cause they favorite rapper ain't never been as real as me girls wanna hit me like Chris pop a pill with me these same bitches used to never wanna chill with me and you wonder why I'm rappin' so cocky maybe 'cause these hoes head game is so sloppy maybe 'cause no matter what they say they won't stop me maybe 'cause they wanna kill me but won't pop me maybe 'cause these cops hate me but won't lock me maybe 'cause they comin' for my spot but they won't top me yeah they gon' copy lyricial trendsetters that's why other rappers make the worst friends ever that's why all these factors will make us get better that's why she on my mattress, 'cause she get wetter that's why we on the atlas, Cali on the map Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com other states hate 'cause they can't relate to how we act I'm on some other shit, rhymin' on another level low wages make it hard to stay out the fuckin' ghetto I'm broke as fuck can't afford to eat a fuckin' breakfast don't test me this tech will leave you fuckin' breathless runnin' from death but every step makes your feet hurt so I'd rather kill him before he gets to me first in the streets you a sucka if you start to bleed first even the toughest is ashamed of that bloody t-shirt this ain't a game, that's all that makes sense when your city lacks loyalty its hard to make friends when your treated like royalty at home don't mean your painless dysfunctional or broke, it's the same mess ass out fuck her 'till she pass out its the same sex makes you wonder why you left your ex its the same stress wonder why you left your old job, it's the same check cold shoulders treat you like an ogre but this ain't Shrek one thing I can't get, where my respect at? been through it all you a fuck if you can't respect that ain't bangin' shit you ain't gotta check that call it what you want I ain't tellin' where I rest at Mexican American I guess I can rep that cold heart where the left side of my chest at go hard swear to god make you confess that I'm the next best bitch but you could've guessed that
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