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I can you' bout the Mach Five I can show you what blocks buy I can you 'bout my block ties I can take you to the far Poor decision makin' you niggas' lives You sellin' up on your momma porch While she still goin' through her new He has a thrill as he his voice When he really needs to his boys thugs with so much talent Young thugs havin' no niggas havin' no fathers Young niggas catchin' dope Growin' up she say she alone Now she strippin' for pot of gold fish in the bowl They say her mother played her role I heard her mother on the roll Her always wearin' gold Where I'm I guess that's how it goes
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The T-Rex says Grown man is somethin' you gotta deal with Whole hand cards but nothin' you can build with That sound like bullshit from out a bull Even the tepee is a house Simple shelter keep you out the If you hold it close together, we'll never Why you lettin' the devil you out your soul You don't believe in God at least believe in odds This house of our is a house of cards without the yards, and nice adjacent parks We was black but that shit'll make you dark with a handful of hearts Mind on the club to find a little love, my regards Cause when your is poverty like D-O-C a lottery, that D-O-C be lock and key Finna D-O-P-E bob and And the boxer boxin' Up out them like it was Rocky 3 Caught up in the now Look at how we came out olly olly oxen free That why they watchin' me, yeah, yeah decider since like 4, 5 or sugar coated, colored edibles Instead of up a habit in them vegetables Now 30s, my blood pressure's incredible Medical, yeah nigga I'm you Coveting over community Rappers your shootin' sprees Turn around and bars like it ain't got shit to do with me to record so ruthlessly Rich
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Can't tell you 'bout H dude But I'll tell you 'bout this hate And I'll you where they raise a tool I a nigga late for the labels or the latest shoes I'm from an era where gold trinkets buy attention And the thinking might blow your winky for a known emblem Label whores fuck a sale and suck a store Lust apparel, who dream of Rolls, but can't Or afford, a Dodge, or a Where she end up on your knob she has never been adored Lord help us, my generation to an end Cause we all selfish, but livin' shallow, how we swim? I mean really why I pretend? a day up in my tennis; my soul is possessed I'm reppin' my set, no matter who against Once I got hot, they only good option to
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