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I hop on the beat then abuse it , niggas be mad they hate on music, they call nigga when he in his bag but never checked up when i was down bad, asking for hand outs i want give u shit.haha now u mad as a bitch,claming that a nigga changing, did you help me when down. bitch now im in ma bag an my wrist is on drown, i guess the table turned look whose up, while u down. remember when i used to wear the the same shoes everyday an all the kids would clown, remember slepping with the roaches, now i sleep in fendi sheets. i match vlone with the louie young nigga got drip, an im only 15 but i still take bitch,she gone do what i say cus i got strips. let a nigga touch chain my, watch his ass get flipped, this shit coming straight out head u gone think that wrote it, smoking that cookie that gas yeah it got a nigga floatin. remeber december, ma neck on is on winter, never could lose i was born a winner
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