First, take a sincere interest in the other
Second, learn to communicate well
Third, don't expect too much from a friend
Fourth, expand your circle of friends

Sister, don't do that, you're putting too much into the mix
We allow ourselves things with the masses
I watch the score, copycat doesn't understand we're playing
He spits my bars to the snitches, he doesn't say "hello"
I'd like to take my time but the clock sticks
They'll cut their balls on the predictions
New ECONOMY
He doesn't understand why I don't give support
We see them all copying, how to retweet your bros?
Hard to keep up with professional appointments
In front of the RGB I work like on a day off, bro
Sister aka the whole freak show bestiary
To open the door, one word will suffice
I come from elsewhere, young Keter SCP Sephira

Sister, don't do that, you're putting too much into the mix
We allow ourselves things with the masses
I leave a part for the funny posers, you pick up
You want, you messed up as much, as much the number
I've changed the lives of many people, huh huh
But few people have changed mine
On D-day, I make up like Chr'
There are cheaters in the lobby, it's going to play cancer

You have to hold the throne and its implications
These bitches break balls on the applications
You're a poser, we could mess up your face
Back when I was chaining ketamine pills
From the office, I cross my fingers when the package leaves
We chain blunders like the police late
(I'm not a satanist, I'm not John Podesta)
I scratch some lines to cover myself with the skin of stars

Welcome to the next stage of Destiny

A bit detestable
It's the same ones who put pointers on a pedestal
(Tell me when Sister?
Tell me when Sister?)
Put away your camera, I'm not a gimmick
Go film the guys downstairs who imitate me
Tell me when Sister?

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