Falling Hard NLMB
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All I really want is peace of mind I'm so deep in the streets know some secrets I won't ever tell that could get me some time. Seen so much in my life I got demons in me I don't fight I just keep em inside
Ain't no fear if you seek I won't hide
Hardcore guaranteed I'ma ride. Growing up I had poor nigga dreams just to be on TV shooting threes throwing dimes. Then I learned wait oh no no nigga dreams will chase yours, what I just spent on drink was a dime.Used to live in the slum this is all a new thing, I used to eat cry and sleep all the time.
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