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I can you' bout the Mach Five I can you what them blocks buy I can tell you my block ties I can you to the far side Poor decision makin' plagued you niggas' You sellin' up on your momma porch While she still goin' through her new He has a thrill as he his voice When he needs to raise his boys thugs with so much talent Young thugs no balance Young niggas no fathers Young niggas dope charges Growin' up she say she felt Now she strippin' for that pot of Another in the bowl say her mother never played her role I heard her mother always on the Her always wearin' gold I'm from I guess that's how it goes
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The T-Rex says Grown man bars is you gotta deal with Whole hand cards but nothin' you can build with That like bullshit from out a bull mouth Even the is a full house Simple shelter you out the cold If you hold it close together, never fold Why you lettin' the devil beat you out soul You don't believe in God then at believe in odds This of our is just a house of cards Just the yards, and nice adjacent parks We was born black but that shit'll you dark Even with a handful of Mind on the club to find a little love, my regards Cause when your P-O-V is It's like D-O-C a lottery, that D-O-C be 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 at how we came out like olly olly oxen free That ain't why they me, yeah, yeah Poor decider since like 4, 5 or sugar coated, edibles Instead of buildin' up a in them vegetables Now early 30s, my blood incredible Medical, nigga I'm tellin' you Coveting over community Rappers influence your shootin' Turn around and publish bars it ain't 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 this hate dude And I'll show you where they raise a I have a nigga for the labels or the latest shoes I'm from an era where gold could buy attention And the hoes thinking might blow your winky for a emblem Label whores that'll fuck a and suck a store apparel, who dream of Rolls, but can't Accord Or afford, a Dodge, or a Where she end up on your cause she has never been adored Lord help us, my come to an end Cause we all selfish, but livin' shallow, how we gon' I mean really why should I a day up in my tennis; my soul is possessed I'm reppin' my set, no who posin' against Once I got hot, only good option to vent
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