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From all the blocks that I'm from One-twelve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown,u know what I'm sayin'? 183rd and Walt, my block, that's right 122nd
and down 122nd His momma tried to stop him and those youngers had to mob 'em So cops tried to pop 'em but them bullets couldn't drop 'em Damn Them
122nd, I'm tryna tell Jess I got shit in a headlock Thinkin' back when I was dead pop I couldn't sell a nickle 'cause a dead cop NYPD was our biggest
Thank God for 122nd The old 7-11 Divine intervention Started with Twitter mentions I want you to be more selfish I ain't shit when you selfless I
on ice Stare long, you might lose your life Have your homie knock you off If the price is right Off of 122nd, we wild, boy In the stu', I'm with 147 Calboy
WITH THE CONNECT 122ND AND LEX GOT PILLS PURP AND HE GOT PELICANS IN THE NEST AT A LEVEL YOU’LL NEVER GET SHINING LIKE THE BEZEL ON THE PATEK WILDIN, GOT
he couldn't get up Another vigil from the pistol In our section 122nd I was counting all seconds over stripes Took a risk for that come up and I almost
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