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I can tell you' the Mach Five I can you what them blocks buy I can you 'bout my block ties I can take you to the far decision makin' plagued you niggas' lives You sellin' crack up on momma porch she still goin' through her new divorce He has a thrill as he raise his When he really to raise his boys Young with so much talent Young thugs havin' no Young niggas no fathers Young niggas dope charges up she say she felt alone Now she strippin' for pot of gold fish in the bowl They say her never 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 T-Rex says Grown man bars is somethin' you gotta deal Whole hand cards but nothin' that you can build That like bullshit from out a bull mouth Even the is a full house Simple keep you out the cold If you hold it together, we'll never 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 black but that shit'll make you dark Even a handful of hearts Mind on the just 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 bob and weave And the boxer free Up out them rings like it was 3 up in the game now Look at how we came out like olly oxen free ain't why they watchin' me, yeah, yeah Poor decider since 4, 5 or sugar coated, colored edibles Instead of buildin' up a in them vegetables Now early 30s, my blood incredible Medical, yeah I'm tellin' you cars over community Rappers influence your sprees around and publish 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 hate dude And I'll show you they raise a tool I have a nigga 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 that'll fuck a 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 cause she has never been adored Lord help us, my come to an end Cause we all selfish, but livin' shallow, how we swim? I mean really why should I a day up in my tennis; my soul is possessed I'm reppin' my set, no matter who posin' Once I got hot, they only option to vent
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