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Apr 2015
its funny how these dumbies play the situation
they silly acting funny like a bunch of bums
then you call'em out, and they all play dumb.
simple stupid ****, ending with complications,
all because these little haters, try and play son
wait until i turn my back, then its game on.
some wan' play young like em' fool, then they find out young take dem to school - calling out the leader, is the number one rule. then the liter, got to follow the rules, and take care of all these young fools - and break'em down to size, like Happy meals at naptime at private schools. These goons never wake up, and it's all thanks to haters being tools.
Now, I'm back on track, dont get it confused.
getting to the point like the evening news,
you can keep taking shoots, but a champion nows to handle his *****.
my wisdom worth more than all your silver and gold, I will always have heart even when I turn cold. All these materials things, aren't worth my weight when I'm stone cold. Instead of following the light, I let my heart set the goals. Now I'm headed up hopes road, silver tongue with a heart of gold, in full control.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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