^I aint feel sorry for you kid, I'm done witta repentence
cuz that shit wasnt rap it was a run on sentence
get out this shit, fore i let these punches pound u kid
around my crib?, see me on my street we'll surround ya bitch
stop pretendin, you aint got skills or fairy god mothers
.....take whatever skill u have cuz i fairly rob brothers

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