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of money's gonna make me a star No greed I need some dollar to my name No fame no gain it's a poor musicians game hey If I earn a penny I will spend a pound
with him? I'm sure she did it out of spite, it was her decision at birth Shit, she probably was hurt, ah, poor baby Two young people with different
shot you in newyork why would I box you now? If I catch you in the yard I'm'a ox you down Niggas you think is real really can't hold they own I'll
I need a gun to keep myself among The poor people who are burning in the sun But they ain't got a chance They ain't got a chance I need a gun
You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock Fuck with the Wu, we busting ya whole snot box Million white ears and your bitch up in
He was a young poor boy Walkin' all alone The word he most heard was "lose" How could it be good? He had no mother He had no father too The only
This close selling dope Had a hand full of Crack I aint never going back I aint never going back I was so damn poor When I slept on the floor I aint
a boom box 'round New cassettes kept playin' the sound Of Jump and Heart o' Rock n Roll It turned me upside down Soakin' up the pine and sunshine,
10th letter in the alphabet In the air when I'm riding in the hot box They be sleeping on the Nina, like she not hot But she a baddie, so you cock her
like I'm buried alive Oh it feels like I'm buried alive But I worked too damn hard To die like a poor man Chained to the land of the free Wasted my
why my poor heart is wasting your time I'm naming constellations in a thousand little points of light Glitter in my old box of excitement I smile
Democratic in deed In this America Good education is all you need Is this America The rich helping the poor in need In This America How ironic Cos this is
and I'm like sure thing I respect anyone who is supportive I was nothing but a poor thing I be getting twerked on by the shordys Claiming that you are but
solo Took two shots of Old Crow To drown my sorrows Cops torch my body by tomorrow, oh no Tony sold poop to Bobby from Toronto Conor, go box Floyd on TV
what to do I'd go about it better Just a piss poor excuse I bet karma get ya If i knew what to do I'd go about it better Just a piss poor excuse I bet
She let me in when I want fasho I fed the streets and I fed the poor Too busy looking for bag to blow, I just came up on a bag to blow I feel like
lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, and the rich get rich That's how it goes And everybody knows Everybody knows the boat is
lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, and the rich get rich That's how it goes And everybody knows Everybody knows the boat
Poor dumb canary You finally threw yourself in a glass Treated you so badly Gave you everything that you wanted Poor dumb bird You sang
poor hung up souls Girls won't touch with a ten-foot pole, well What about us What about us Don't want to cause no fuss But what about us He
I need a gun to keep myself from harm All the poor people are burning in the sun But they ain't got a chance They ain't got a chance I need a gun
I need a gun to keep myself among The poor people who are burning in the sun But they ain't got a chance They ain't got a chance I need a gun
to me Mos would agree If it was close to you You would have said something already, tough Who am I to judge you I'm the one who's on a box If you want
just talk I walk the walk so how you think that we not different Take a shot send some shots I don't box I'll hit ya kidneys Block is hot got my glock
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