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The Beloved T-Rex Grown man bars is somethin' you gotta deal Whole hand cards but that you can build with That sound like bullshit from out a bull Even the tepee is a full Simple keep you out the cold If you hold it close together, we'll never Why you lettin' the devil you out your soul You don't in God then at least believe in odds This house of our is just a of cards Just without the yards, and nice adjacent We was born black but that make you dark Even with a of hearts Mind on the club just to find a love, my regards Cause your P-O-V is poverty It's like D-O-C a lottery, that D-O-C be and key D-O-P-E bob and weave And the boxer boxin' Up out them rings it was Rocky 3 up in the game now Look at how we came out like olly olly oxen That ain't why they watchin' me, yeah, Poor decider since like 4, 5 or sugar coated, edibles Instead of buildin' up a habit in them Now early 30s, my blood incredible Medical, yeah nigga I'm you cars over community Rappers your shootin' sprees Turn around and bars like it ain't got shit to do with me Easy to record so niggas
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