• this was inspired by my guys all listed in the subject plz enjoy n comment on w.e. u feel needs to get better or watever else 4 a.m. i was walken down lincoln streets were wet theys was stirring and shaken ma clothes so fresh you could say i was mcbaken but if im not mistaken, you said i'd never make it ill tell you what im still awake and i feel so good im taking everyone off guard ima making history in the making haters still deny me they tripping and flaking they say im faking, yet im the ones with the homies funny aint it friday night we start to feel the sleeze you say we got no where to go homie please we hit up BK,TB,KFC, n the mcdees that shit felt better than feeling better at lapi's straight up the lincolnhood home of the crackies homie that shit more fucked than the marleys you be a losing record just like the marlins our presence is felt everywhere we go looken good from head to toe looken fresh from high to low black lids, black shades, black kicks, black chicks our swag so fresh we reinvented the word cliques anyone messen wit us goin down like the new york knicks we dun even need this

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