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Mar 2017
It was a cold day running from the cops in the rain.
Gotta get my hands ***** if I wanna buy a chain
If I do make it out imma prolly go insane
If I do get rich then its prolly off a stain

Hands all ****** as im hopping on the bus
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Air so cold that my blood turned to slush
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Growing 2 fast like **** what's the rush
Get rich or die trying
There is nothing 2 discuss
Rip Tony
Written by
Muyi  Hell(Chicago)
(Hell(Chicago))   
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