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Dreams fulfilled, gave us more to build Strong made more time for wounds to heal I can see the sun, must've been to be the one Set free to run, same baby moms, new seed to
Breathin' lungs, the sonogram see the thumb So regardless, or female, love either one G's and tons branched out, coped the house To plan Martin, needed some space to my plans out
Speak of life, still rock low, plus the type Be for kites pushin' a make you breeze through life See through sites, gun shots, to run spots Slung rocks, nearly got rich off of one
Saw the light, caught a case, couldn't to fight Lawyer white, had to cop out or face more life bites, my brain, flyin' high flames Tryin' to change, trapped worlds kinda strange
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Thoroughly react, let the Porsche mack Across tracks catch me in Haiti, ridin' horse Seek religion, study life, to see the vision Weeks in prison I'll a wise man peep his livin'
decisions, analyze, scope the game, With hopes to change before the overdose the brain Most remain shock waves, I rock stage the Tropic Haze Under Palm Trees, lye for days
Liver ways, cold chillin', old villan, known for Sittin' back, millions What's right or wrong? Shorter days, nights is ya cipher strong, in case, it might be on
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Blowin' hundreds, paper's so redundant I'm from it, most large niggas and done with No one to run with, just a few the old school cruise, lain' back soakin' the blues
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