Middle Weight
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IP:
on a highway to hell, hearts syncranized//
stolen hooptie ride, unsanctified//
blood shot eyes, aroma from the cannabis//
sativa remanence stuck to ya finga tips//
glass fo alcohol creates the vechiles floor//
pedal hugs the floor, belly hugs the four//
people come in hoards, slowly decelerate//
open up the doors, metal slugs concentrate//
thugs promptin hate, but these thugs to//
behind enemy lines payin wats been ovadue//
soon it'll be thru, niggas avengin fo u//
petty rivalaries will foreva continue//
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Lyrical Rapsody
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