[Verse 1]
I won’t forget that day when there was nothing
The familiar tears of B!tch, many of my friends disappear next to me
I can’t change with the sight of my mother crying, I don’t care
I realize that I’m handcuffed on both hands, the dream I swore to in the cage won’t end
A game where my earnings go up
Friends on stage, friends who are registered
Life can’t be changed easily
If you think it’s a stranger, it’s a detective, Chase is still a cop
Listening to new songs, Grandma is always anxious and worried
Pain that I’ve been carrying since I was born
Pain that the teacher doesn’t understand
A cue card that doesn’t exist in my life
Don’t be surprised no matter what happens
Way where the dead are crowded
A game overflowing with criminals
Everything I want because there’s nothing
Hunger brings me to the top
I can’t sleep because I’m afraid of tomorrow
I don’t understand how ordinary people feel
I stole bonds, fly with my friends
Even the money I stole was shared
You don’t know back then
I didn’t see the life of that day
I don’t need anything like the top
I won’t share this fame with people like that
[Verse 2]
If it’s a hotel with drügs and prostitutes, Ghetto
I don’t do anything right, but I’ll do it right for my friend’s sake
I’m not a rapper, but I make women’s breasts bigger, I might be a teacher
Me, my friend, and my friend are doing endless things
My friend suspects smuggling
Rapper suspects it’s a crime of use
Convenient idols
Brothers are passing bills
They’re talkative in Shinchi
In a detention center where you don’t talk, nothing
I do FLEX diamonds
One mistake and you’re a crest
[Verse 3]
I’m an Osaka kid who imitates
That’s right, that’s fine
I’ll give you the whole land, rhyming
A lot of money made like a land grab
On the microphone screaming from a drunken stupor
Jealousy, mix it with a strong whiskey
A melody born from asphalt
Osaka is called Memphis over there
I go wild without caring about what other people think
I’m tired of screaming, I can’t speak
So I sing with my soul in this game
Until I like it
Friends who were put in jail
I’ll fill it with air
Bad Baby
There’s a cute girl, both hands
B!tch who sucks me off in S
Brothers are a real gang
It’s about time for our turn
If I hold that beautiful girl
Back in the studio
A woman’s tears are familiar, but I’m not used to seeing them, Super Star
I won’t ask who’s answer is, this is just our monologue
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