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I need a step out with no I need a getaway vacation They got a hit-list my nigga A million reasons to get my nigga Fifty did it
I could've homeless I thought I moved too often, this for the I could've homeless Before I had to go, I had a
A reasons to get rich, my nigga A million to get rich, my nigga A reasons to get rich, my nigga
My people dry snitchin' whenever they touch the mic That's what happens when a therapist somewhere in sight flight, never lean to the left or the right 'Cause they turn the other cheek when our niggas to die When our women start to die, our children start to die I don't feel the empathy, we the space too many times Every summer in this city start to feel like 'Cause you got to get yours, and I got to get One time for the paragons of the When you underground, nigga only try to Use the track as a gymnasium to get the stadium They couldn't match my alien, I'm like uranium
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