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when I pop in the streets I just do the dance all the niggas know me think am on ganja even when my bitch left "yeah" nigga kept going higher everyday getting stronger ballin like am Osama that nigga if he wanna act up I trust none, head shot, think am lying but this what's on the mind niggas going crazy for the money no bitchin', gang talking mari we ain't shifting fuck uo hommie if he pimping he a some rat looking for snitching I just told my hommie and brother Meek that am going for the shit honestly