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From hood to hood you can catch me smokin' blackwoods to dutches & boone farm liqour quicker than Draw Mcgraw **** the law raw with this tale i tell no fails as i sail deep into the ocean takin' me to higher notion Of **** this! & **** that! so many don't know how act When fame grows it comes & goes from fresh kicks to calicos Pistol shinin' death waitin' for signs and i lay low  beyond the radar Keep my head above the waters still slaughter contenders they get no love from me my heart pumps faster than a hummingbird no koolaid too many gettin' sprayed over dumb **** butthurt over modest sentiment no time to repent cuz ill probably die in sin but then again ill be reincarnated as a human Which dates back when i was born full of scorn souls torn into pieces i patchin' up the scattered pieces Hear my thesis that i was made to be a culprit **** i can't find no peace went from a hoopty to cadillac to ******* in the back Chokin' on my nut sack  Now that im ballin' but still i find myself stallin' fallin' to stereotype Since I'm vigilant and ripe Listenly closely i don't follow the hypppppEEEE!!!!
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
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From hood to hood you can catch me smokin' blackwoods to dutches & boone farm liqour quicker than Draw Mcgraw **** the law raw with this tale i tell no fails as i sail deep into the ocean takin' me to higher notion Of **** this! & **** that! so many don't know how act When fame grows it comes & goes from fresh kicks to calicos Pistol shinin' death waitin' for signs and i lay low  beyond the radar Keep my head above the waters still slaughter contenders they get no love from me my heart pumps faster than a hummingbird no koolaid too many gettin' sprayed over dumb **** butthurt over modest sentiment no time to repent cuz ill probably die in sin but then again ill be reincarnated as a human Which dates back when i was born full of scorn souls torn into pieces i patchin' up the scattered pieces Hear my thesis that i was made to be a culprit **** i can't find no peace went from a hoopty to cadillac to ******* in the back Chokin' on my nut sack  Now that im ballin' but still i find myself stallin' fallin' to stereotype Since I'm vigilant and ripe Listenly closely i don't follow the hypppppEEEE!!!!
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
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