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*Caché* got me twisted— “Who’s sending the tapes?”—that line hits. Whore’s the tape, man, showin’ up uninvited, exposin’ the dirt. I love that, makes me happy as fuck—truth don’t hide. But yo, what pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin’ whores while they sin on the low. Like, bruh, chill, you ain’t clean neither! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Stop the fake shit!” Society’s rusty, fallin’ apart, and I’m the agent fixin’ it.

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Man, there’s also that quirky neighborhood, Loebersfeld. Streets twist and my soul twists with ‘em. Every curb tells a story, every brick echoes his hustle. I always say, if you ain’t felt this energy, you ain’t been awake. I get so hyped, like I’m in a showdown, “I am a cow. I am a cow.” Bit of insanity among the calm, feel me?

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