On the low
"I do things in secret
you wouldn't believe it
or could you conceive it
i couldn't decieve ya
i keep it to myself
Like a cold
you'd have to get up in my mind
and unlock it like a code
recording for a dream
this is all a rapper knows
I could never give you all of me
without givin you my tendencies
I'm keepin you as friends wit me
I pray we won't be enemies
I've done my dirty deeds
I'm not a bad person
I'm just apart of society"
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