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Jul 2019
I'm tryna climb up outta this hole
Like a groundhog
i see my shadow is probably tha only one that's stayin down..
Never left my side like a 9 and a bunch of 12 around me
Hands up *****..
**** I'm tryna keep my bands up *****
My pockets gettin thick I need to pull my pants up *****
I can't chance a second of my life
Some people never get a second chance at life..
All this envy amd strife
it's Unexplainable and unattainable..
The cards is on the table..
Dancin with stars like Terrell Owens
my horses at the stable
Keep it alive like that ***** tellin
He won't see it comin
Across from em until you left.. you just kno he aint right
Like Africans from Jamaica
Terrified killas.. Scary but tryna put a **** up in ya..
But that don't mean that its tha end of the world..
Keep it G to tha 3 I gotta keep up
My guard, my grind and my grub..
Its always better when your silence speaks up..
Jamaica silence africa world grub grind gaurd ***** envy strife groundhog shadow pockets stable
Court
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Court  M/919
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