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my hommies dead!
IP: E36E DDC4
he's rappin to be a legend but didn't even reach his own corner,
eyes blurry and releasin water destroyed dreams of a reporter.
mama told him hold yo head be whatever you want,
secrets of sheep being fead, eyez red, smoked from a blunt,
now hes picked up this habbit attractin po like a maggnet,
not only does he slang coke, now he a dope addict.
releasin static with every step, another breath closer to death
observin game like a ref, dreams of being the best.
he slowly learned to kick it, became completely optimistic
more doe than a biscut, but now somehow got the rules twisted.
he fronted now being hunted by dealers and killaz,
who wanna skin his ass alive with knifez and potatoe pealerz
also runnin from the law, learned to duck, dodge, and crawl
squeeze his ass through a straw if it il avoid another brawl,
16 years old n shot down on the street, lesson learnd maybe so
learn to pack some heat
cause with out a weapon why you steppin, bound to be a future tragedy,
wear a vest possible deflection, told me hed die for his G, thats me
my hommies dead
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