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Bridges Burnt

Bridges Burnt

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Talk on my name blud you must be dumb when all them man I swear they're bums

Watching my life so much you're catting my moves you're just a pile of scum

Cali done bun up my chest and it feels like I just done took me a shot of rum

Clean up my plate and I left no crumbs I can't just stop I'm chasing these funds

Hustling packs, see that stack invest that shit then double it back

Break this pack then I slap it in bags, got bud on my palms had to wash my hands

Ain't tryna pay that tax I swear that the government needs to hold a slap

Pay in cash, I can't just lack I swear that all of their tracks they're whack

Don't take orders, beat gets slaughtered, see the way that I cut that corner

Step with bros like Warner, feeling all faded nothin' like Alan Walker

Them man talkers, been through borders always sold bud not white like Walter

Feel that pain it's torture, firm that shit sit back I'ma sip my water

Feel invested, wouldn't expect it Kuro spit bars 'cah the guys suggested

Buds come splendid, where's that exit take that chance blud if its presented

Burn that bridge can't mend it, see the prof' from the trap it's making me tempted

Pack just land I'll test it, burn that shit for the nights I spent in the trenches

All them nights, express my life when I write but the words just happen to rhyme

Take my time, it feels so right my numbers rise and your ting dies

Shit I'm high, my eyes are dry composed if we somehow buck into swine

Why'd you lie, that shit ain't right I swear them man just filled with spite

Give me a reason, chasing freedom, tried my best so I can't be beaten

Might go ski in Sweden, or in Toronto blowing a bag in Eaton

Engine speeding, hearts just bleeding, fight my fights I'm never retreating

Take my chance I'm healing, but I still have to jugg no matter the season

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