Correction Paroles Without A Trace par Anonymuz

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Yeah
Formerly
Ay

These days I don’t go outside
Unless I need to get my space
Working all the time friends be surprised
When I show my face
Tryna find where my heart’s at
But I’m really feeling out of place
I could pick a day and dip
I’m bouta leave it all without a trace, yeah
(Without a trace?)

Y’all got me tired now
I might just pull a Kendrick and announce an album
So that I can come out of retirement
I got the money, sent through the wire
It’s funny cause that’s just the way I be making it
Got it on lock I be feeling Jamaican
I’m reeling that’s why I been acting abrasive
You one to talk so I’ll send my remarks
To the people who’ll miss you when you meet your maker
Gave you the mic and you shuddered you pa**ing your prime
Why you do nothing just like the Lakers
Head in the clouds but she under the table
Don’t worry she ain’t gon do it I won’t make her
Back to my crib you can try to come take her
Good luck you’ll be searching a couple of acres
Arsenal sharp ain’t a shocker (Saka)
So if you ain’t got you a Glock we can take it medieval
Chain’ll still shine in this armor
I keep my possessions and treat my quarters like I’m regal
You can hate me all you want but just know you the reason
That I be collecting this ego
You doing too much sit you down with a free throw
I’m shooting I might just grab a desert eagle
Ay!
These days I don’t go outside
Unless I need to get my space (yeah)
Working all the time friends be surprised
When I show my face
Tryna find where my heart’s at
But I’m really feeling out of place
I could pick a day and dip
I’m bouta leave it all without a trace

Ay!
All these n***as they real as a mannequin
Know why they panicking (uh, yeah)
These n***as doing the strain of the cannibis
Know I'mma damage em (ha, yeah)
Yeah, I put the smoke in the air of the animist
No, ain't no pa**in it (uh, uh)
Yeah, b*t*h I'm the future I put in the work
And you know ain't no managin
Yeah
These days looking like the old days
Pull up on your shawty make it rotate
Spinnin blocks I'm playin where they don't play
Water on me I been in a flow state yuh (yeah yeah yeah)
Ha
Birds on a n***a like I'm Rozay
Birds round a n***a sippin rosé
If I kill a n***a it's a cold case uh (case closed)
Dumpin the clip and it's one in the head
Sluggin this whip if he duckin or dissin
We come with the friction he come with the feds
These n***as lookin like busters and b*t*hes
They come with the fiction we cuttin them heads
Off, n***as be frontin for cred
Y'all n***as be up with the dead
These days I don’t go outside
Unless I need to get my space
Working all the time friends be surprised
When I show my face
Tryna find where my heart’s at
But I’m really feeling out of place
I could pick a day and dip
I’m bouta leave it all without a trace, yeah

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