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I keep it real.. reppin 508 Wortown till I die.. Shout out to 864 G Ville
This is what it is. You get what u came for.
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I have seen the worse man. As bad as it can get. Regret it. Na. Don't even sweat it.
This is real shit. This is life. Sharp as a switch blade. styles like a renegade. Yo
this is the show. Grams of the blow sold to children. And the parents don't even know.
Nobody knows about the dope in your boys veins. Nobody knows how hard the city rains.
When it rains it pours. Bars on all the corner stores.
In the state of MA. Let it rain every shape and every color, of every pill, and every number of those fresh US dollar bills.
Get rich while you can before the under covers sneak up slow in their invisible van
push as much product as you possibly can. Take a trip to the grocery store, stock up on cans of that cheap ass spam. So I guess this is who I am. A hustler trying to make ends meet. A grown ass man just trying to eat. Trying hard to get a new pair of kix upon his feet. Never a day goes by that I think to myself, if I reject my addiction. Could I turn fantasy into nonfiction. Just like a magician, dollar bills appear clear, right outa thin air. Now this is paradise, but you gota think twice. Dealin with the black market, your always a target. A true hustler collects cheese like mice. The worlds a dark place walkin on thin ice. Yea and your about to a pay price. My message to you isn't o so nice.
Every day every nite 24 7. doin what I do. Livin life in armageddon.
Comin thru with the potion. instant gratification but such an aggravation.
Every day every nite lurkin within dark alleys ways, so dark and outa site
just another fallen angel, dead in his place lookin up above in the pale moonlight
no religion. You can call it agnostic. No time for god when it's racing against the clocks tick.
All loss of time perception when it's 2:30 at the knoll and 3 more spots that I have to show.
What a life to lead. What a arrogant breed. What more on this earth do I really need.
In the back of my mind I got knowledge to succeed. But fuck it. Continue on the journey
till im old and kick the bucket. Rollin blunts of the skunk wit the crew in the rental. Still doin my thang, droppin off goin mental. No time for shit and that's not even that half of it. The nites not even over and it's 3 a.m.. it's already tomorrow and time to start it all over again. When will a young man ever win. Body gets pushed along with the cold wind. Long nites all alone in a dark room sippin on Portuguese wine and shots of gin.
