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Man, I can't believe they killed my fucking bro, Quado. Shit was so deep, I had to say that with my eyes closed. That shit made me want to treat her like he John Doe. Nah, not me Rondo. No, that ***** John Doe. Ha.
This is all I ever wanted, why would I let you take it from me? I ain't stupid, ain't no dummy, a couple fingers on a couple fingers. Fuck with you, why would I fuck with you? Baby plant, wasn't you?
I was walking in the rain, with my Thims on, stepping over puddles for the pain, it's a big storm, for a team on my bottom mains, it's a big storm, and the club gonna let it rain, like what, we don't fight with you, yeah I'm a baller, fuck.