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shit I guess this how life go sell the blow make that dough kill a fucker kick down do everybody on the fucking Flo waste a clip all ammo in ya body but shit why life Gotta be like dis. raise our children like dis shit man they just kids soon to be killers drillers cut it down no scissors sell a brick they flippers throw the body in the river. like damn oh shit man im going ham go ahead sell a gram get that money said get that cash kill that fucker make it fast im athletic im running the track do the race said do the dash if you is last you gone get trashed said you get killed said you get slashed like fuck. life a game we the prices slay his ass like im thesus there is no reason yea balling this my season yea wrist cold im freezing yea no gun needed yea fuck whoever say that they great everybody is descent we is not perfect said we is not perfect yea but we make it work yea said we make it work yea we going down yea we going up remember last night in the club getting that drunk throw em in the trunk shit that was fucked up yea. (I never thought this would be my life ya know) x3

remember the days I would get played said fuck all my grades said fuck all my grades said fuck all my grades just wanna get paid just wanna get paid I got the moves said I got the way I got the sauce said I am the boss boy you can get tossed dripping water no voss man I've catched a loss but im still going but im still flowing im in the moment would always be acting I aint Lindsey Lohan but im still rolling