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misworded the word and u get served on a platter pockets used to be flat now they much fatter weed for the lungs and that drank for the bladder haters on the chatter got that calibur thats make you splatter aint no coming back sorry young Jack he should ve been much faster got throw aways for the actors got my own for jackers yall hustling backwards im moving my shit in the streets on these raws beats spitting nuthing but heat trying not to fall asleep up since the other day im tried of minimum wage im trying to get pay by telling you im blessed but i want to do my best to get my flow up better than da rest ya i know i might sound like a mess im spitting from chest to have chest full of gold first i got a story that need to be told as young kid i was running the streets hung out with older cats they where it was at broke bread just to go to the store, slowly started have my own money it wasnt thousands yet but was a couple hunnties everything was cheap so i felt like balla i used go to the store buy rations so i can eat i didn't have no home cook meal slept under the stars used go by the church when it rain didnt have bed in my house cuz were too poor so i was used to sleeping on the floor everything was good i try to do good as i got older i realize how this world works get a order and make the order coming serving people all different ways at a job, as a jacker, as dealer, as a employee, and just like they ordering the army, i told the law why would want to harm me they gave me order and i made that order nuthin else am i that bad for your health cuz all i want to do is i want to get wealth dont know how he felt cant judge a book by the cover just slowly started to talk my way out hoping he would come to his senses before i become dead like the presidents