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From the days of my younger, when?, warmongering appraised, fondling you chickens was a phase, humble and cryptic, a misfit to say, syringed then I bench-pressed the pain in the name of his glory, see many men feel my story, I kick flipped the spectrum and grinded accordingly, on some kick push shit like Lupe, and rode through the moonlight, juiced off good pay, the same way the hood stay, can make you and break you, rid you of energy, friends, fam, enemies, selling freeze, dwelling on your legacy, and hating on your success, the luck-less never be, proud of achievements, nah they rather see you die slowly breathing, so im peacing the hood for good this season, reaching the heights of life for one reason, im needing to be....
Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az
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