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I'm chilling a double m (amm)
Fighting until the end like M.M.A
You don't want beef this ain't U.F.C
You ain't got a purpose or use
What's your U.S.P?
Life's a simulation like P.S.P
This life is too real e s p
(W o z) was nineteen-ninety nine e s t

Don't do beef neither does my e s e
Yeah that's my ése and he's from S A
And if you violate I've got four, eights and essays

(four, eights and essays!)

Back in the day I was feeling alright
Nowadays though I feel better than fine
Talking to this thing I feel more than dead
Feels like I'm already sleep in my bed
But instead overthinking again
Thinking about things all in my head
Who needs therapy? I got this beat instead
Who needs therapy? I got this beat instead



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Writer(s): Zakaria Hyde
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