Blacktop
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I was born under cold Chicago street lights Got my homies shooting hoops in the precinct I'm an artist but this ain't no fucking starry night And when the cops show a glocks their first instinct wanna ball and buy myself some new J's But in my mind I'm still thinking bout the court case Wanna hang with my baby in her PJ's I just need a few racks and we could erase I've been flipping burgers on the black top My Cuzzie still addicted to the Crack rock Wanna be a kid again and drink that purple pop Wait a sec, I think I heard a gun shot
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