Takin off.

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Yeah. Aye ugh. Yung Rook on the track an he killin again. He gotta gun in his hand he bout tuh make it go BLAM. Smokin blunts with my friends. It neva seems to end. What's the meanin of this life? Am I playin pretend? I gotta kick back do my own little thing. I got some big dreams I wanna make come true ya see? Bad lies an blurry memories. I gotta take back the shit that was meant for me. Like a life worth livin. Fuck the money an sinnin. I will never forget it nor will I forgive ya. Remember back then when I never had shit. Now I got me a crib. Chillin with the best bitch ya know. We were smokin on dro. Take a dab out the bong then I'm packin a bowl now I inhale the smoke. Yeah. You can feel the spirit. I am full of light but you can't get near it. Flow is wicked an filthy. You cannot get near me. Loud just like an ear piece. Or a piece of jewelry. I dont mess with Tomfoolery. That's enough for the two of me. Im fluent in unifying words. Brutally murdered the birds. I made a call for the clerks but they were no where on earth. Yuh Word.

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