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Jan 2019
Friends, Far and few between If you know what I mean.
You got Drugs they around you, you got money they found you. Soon as you out, dry, left with nothing but change, them same “homies” out here like what? Who are you... and what’s your name?

It's hard to tell between a friend and a foe, because most these mothers ******* are just snakes in “friends” clothes
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John
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