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Nov 5
Ready or not,
Run up the spot,
Selling them blues,
Three dollars a pop.
killing the streets,
Stealing the block,
like it or not
This isnt the top
Been climbing alot
shooting the stars
watching them drop
if you dont got
then your holding them stocks
Market drops
Then your buying in flocks
this isnt a sign
this isnt a stop
Robinhood pushing your grind
polishing rocks
losing my mind
but I like it alot
smoking them trees
growing my crops
moving with ease
feti to shop was
3 days 3 nights 3 weeks
3 hots and a cot
more then you need
shooting them shots
concence or not
think im lying
better ask your pops
im that young *****
dreaming of hops
Gold filling my pots
stuffing my socks
polly poppins
pulling her hair.
snapping her locks
slapping her ***.
holding her houst
until she pays me my cash
I want all that it costs
to turn a skinny n* phat
to turn a loser n
*
Boss
im a dog Ruff
chasing them cats.
couldnt have fame
couldn't have rap
not in that order
now you know where im at
over the moon
under the maps
moments to soon
bullets will flash
drity spoons to consume
never told
never asked
I make it to hold
I make it to last
***** turned up
leaving faster then fast
leaving faster then trash
can't leave it behind
cant put it in the past
all these problems are mine
all these problems are facts
just look at my arms
just look at my tracks
needles to farm
needles to grasp
feelings bring harm
feelings to mask
calm before the storm
but all my vains collapsed
tears to conjor
tears to crash
living my life
better ask
drowning your soul
burning them traps
filling the mold
with lies, crys and cracks
couldnt convince the mass
now a life ends with a blast
like the deadliest catch
winning it all
or losing to craps
City of sin
monkey on your back
getting you for all you have
better walk away
majority attracts
crowds brings packs.
Holes to patch
doors never latched
pain brings laughs
like buggs bunny and Daph
ready for guns
ready for wrath  
light up the spot
spark up a match
bodies will drop
packing them straps
******* are foul
lratchet then ratch
holding them down
cooking  a batch
if you dont come around
wouldn't get attached
don't believe me now
just look at the stats
spiting them bars
laying those tracks
Paul Sheridan Sanchez
17
 
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