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Watch The Gift play CS:GO
When I'm in your game you know
Never need a bomb to explode
It's the other team that bl*ws
Try n' stop me with Mission Eternity Awp
Counter Strike my Desert Eagle headshot
Miss that one tap you thought
The Gift always runs hot
Defusing bombs to your kicks
Accusing aim bot you're sick
Playing as Neo to your John Wick
Dodge This to Mission oh sh*t
Debating if The Gift is just a bot
The perfect aim to every spot
Once a little black n' yellow dot
G O A T with a crosshair or not
T side can't stop me setting the bomb
CT side I defuse you planting wrong
Defeating Godzillas as the King Kong
Objective G O A T all along
Defusing bombs to your kicks
Accusing aim bot you're sick
Playing as Neo to your John Wick
Dodge This to Mission oh sh*t
GLHF
DDSA
Love,
Robert W.
"The Gift"
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
CS:GO was stinking from so much toxic community sh*t
I was spreading love but you were all laughing at me being kicked
I had enough of being harassed so I told Steam that I quit
I was blamed as the problem with people saying that I won't be missed
Until people heard me singing the lyrics in my songs from my heart that uplift
Changing the minds of the people who don't understand what it means to be sick
In mid 2020, I began playing Counter Strike Global Offensive because of how much I enjoyed Counter Strike v1.6 as a child. I realized I had potential with my ability to play, so I pursued playing this game professionally. No other jobs were available to me, as I have a felony record, mental health history, as well having no transportation. Around this time, I was pursuing my education at Grand Canyon University, as well as trying to start a business selling my childhood sports memorabilia. I had collected many of these sports cards as a child, and I believed them to have great value today. However, after investing in pricing guides, calling local stores, and spending money on their safety, I began to see that they were considered worthless. I was desperate for money because my entire life I had never had the opportunity of financial independence, and the limitations and restrictions of my prison sentence confined me to a life that I had difficulty accepting.