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I can tell you' bout the Mach I can show you what them buy I can tell you my block ties I can take you to the far Poor makin' plagued you niggas' lives You sellin' up on your momma porch she still goin' through her new divorce He has a thrill as he his voice When he really needs to his boys thugs with so much talent Young thugs havin' no Young havin' no fathers Young niggas catchin' dope Growin' up she say she alone Now she strippin' for pot of gold Another in the bowl They say her mother played her role I her mother always on the roll Her mother always wearin' Where I'm from I that's how it goes
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The Beloved T-Rex Grown man bars is somethin' you gotta with Whole hand cards but that you can build with That sound like bullshit out a bull mouth Even the tepee is a full Simple shelter you out the cold If you hold it close together, we'll fold Why you lettin' the beat you out your soul You don't believe in God then at believe in odds This of our is just a house of cards Just without the yards, and nice adjacent We was born black but that shit'll you dark Even with a handful of Mind on the just to find a little love, my regards Cause your P-O-V is poverty like D-O-C a lottery, that D-O-C be lock and key Finna bob and weave And the boxer free Up out them like it was Rocky 3 Caught up in the now Look at how we came out olly olly oxen free That ain't why they me, yeah, yeah Poor decider like 4, 5 or sugar coated, colored edibles Instead of buildin' up a habit in them Now 30s, my blood pressure's incredible Medical, yeah I'm tellin' you cars over community Rappers influence shootin' sprees Turn around and bars like it ain't got shit to do with me Easy to so ruthlessly Rich
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tell you 'bout that H dude But I'll tell you 'bout this dude And I'll show you where they raise a I have a nigga late for the or the latest shoes I'm an era where gold trinkets could buy attention And the hoes thinking might blow your for a known emblem Label whores that'll fuck a sale and a store Lust apparel, who of Rolls, but can't Accord Or afford, a Dodge, or a Where she end up on your knob cause she has never adored Lord help us, my come to an end Cause we all selfish, but livin' shallow, how we gon' I mean why should I pretend? Walk a day up in my tennis; my is possessed I'm my set, no matter who posin' against Once I got hot, they good option to vent
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