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Dec 2019
Get a taste of the system, and you know how it hits em, everything that was glistening goes away, and turns missing, suffer not when you listening, suffer hard when you *******, see no sense in you dissing, cause it's hell that you fixing, everything that I'm listing, is for real and not fiction, hear my words cause it's diction, hitting fast like a piston, ain't no *** that I'm kissing, no extortion I'm wishing, got no love for the system, cause it takes and then tricks em.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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