I want a million thousand bills couple masions in the hills.but my people.Dien soldiers in the field.but they babies it real.Go to war like navy they call it life bout a thrill.practice makes perfect.everyday you got a drill. my nights in chicago.can you dodge the pot hoes blocks hot just like stoves.moon walk like michael.ended the grad with mic stop signs i crossed roads.same thing livin by the code.keep your eyes open and ur mouth closed.cause these days you never know.state cases turn feredal.

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