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I can you' bout the Mach Five I can show you them blocks buy I can you 'bout my block ties I can you to the far side Poor decision makin' plagued you lives You crack up on your momma porch While she still goin' through her new He has a thrill as he his voice he really needs to raise his boys Young with so much talent Young thugs no balance niggas havin' no fathers Young niggas catchin' charges Growin' up she say she felt Now she for that pot of gold fish in the bowl They say her mother never her role I her mother always on the roll Her mother wearin' gold Where I'm from I guess that's how it
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The Beloved T-Rex Grown man bars is somethin' you gotta with Whole hand cards but nothin' that you can build 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 the devil beat you out your soul You believe in God then at least believe in odds This of our is just a house of cards Just without the yards, and nice adjacent We was black but that shit'll make you dark Even with a of hearts Mind on the club just to a little love, my regards when your P-O-V is poverty It's like a lottery, that D-O-C be lock and key Finna D-O-P-E bob and And the boxer free Up out them rings like it was 3 Caught up in the now Look at how we came out like olly oxen free ain't why they watchin' me, yeah, yeah Poor decider since like 4, 5 or sugar coated, colored Instead of buildin' up a in them vegetables Now 30s, my blood pressure's incredible Medical, nigga I'm tellin' you Coveting over community Rappers your shootin' sprees Turn around and publish bars like it got shit to do with me Easy to record so niggas
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Can't tell you 'bout H dude But I'll tell you 'bout this dude And I'll show you where raise a tool I have a nigga late for the labels or the latest I'm from an era where gold trinkets could buy And the thinking might blow your winky for a known emblem Label whores that'll a sale and suck a store Lust apparel, who dream of Rolls, but Accord Or afford, a Dodge, or a Where she end up on your knob cause she has never been Lord help us, my come to an end Cause we all selfish, but livin' shallow, how we gon' I mean really why I pretend? Walk a day up in my tennis; my soul is I'm my set, no matter who posin' against Once I got hot, only good option to vent
Aye Ricky I'mma flip the How 'bout poor niggas makin' rich Poor niggas makin' rich That shit right there is more I think that might be a better Poor niggas makin' decisions afford 'em but you still gon' get 'em That's a nigga making rich decisions Buyin' jewelry but you know you're Yeah! On a Yeah! part 2