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Dec 2019
All about the money, it's funny how I get with it but fitted in a demographic never having two cents, of a conscious nerve, so nothing's a threat, bet on me to bet, I've not lost yet, but other things come so you know how it go, my pride comes high so the pockets on my side goes low, and oh, an arm and a leg, is not that vital when you feel safe to beg, well every scrap counts, so I guess I made it work, how far can I go not knowing when I'm hurt, never alert, it hurts to say, but I gotta make it anyway, you feel me?, I made a name, as a survivor, I'm higher, I think that you can't even try, but my skill as a wanted guy, was something I would have to quantify, cause my quality of using numbers, was worth, less than a dollar and a dream being rich so I better stay humble cause I'm cocky as a *****, which, can discontinue this conversation, I'm all up in my feelings but appealing to a nation, that did me some respect, not using my face to represent what I chase.. I'm someone they would love to disgrace.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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