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Song Lyrics:

Sometimes the truth needs to told, Dreams not need to be sold...Blunt minds sharper than the voice of your tone...Stick with me like a stain that's on your clothes...stay realer like chains that are made of gold...am I soundiin like I sold my soul, why am I not missing home...I've been put through alot things you don't wish to know...Kinda things you reveal after the blow Why truss you when I can't truss myself, I keep on sippin it's not good for my health...why act like an angel you we in hell...I'm caught up inna realm feeliin like I'm inna cell...I'm goin nuts like I'm bout to crack shell...Riing onna the phone I cannot hear a bell...Oh well, that's how I am now...They give shoutouts like oh they juss feel me now damn If I had & lost it can get it agaiin, but I forfeit ain't finna have it...Going basic again God I miss my nigga Sims, we lost without you...Lost my life too on February 25th...now you Got the whole gang smoking on some spliiffs,now you got the whole gang really of the shiits...You were the only one who knew up to uplift...Had to pull my weight up,from shift to shift...Things ain't really moving swift...The whole gang misses siims

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