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great looks
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MAYBE ITS FATE THAT DRIVE ME. THE GREATNESS I SEEK MIGHT NEVER BE ACHIEVED TO THE DAY IM DECEASED, I THINK OF MY PEEPS EITHER N THE GRAVE OR THE PINS OR ON THE BLOCK PUSHIN THAT ROCK LIKE PAYTON AND KEMP I GAVE YOU A GLIMPSE OF THE WAY WE EXIST MY BOOK OF LIFE SO FULL OF ANGUISH PAGES I SKIP I WRITE WIT A RADIANT WRIST THE NICEST THE WAY THAT I SPIT SO MUCH CRACK I GAVE U A BRICK AS EXPECTED U QUESTION THE WEIGHT OF MY GIFT SO REAL U SMELL THE SCENT OF ELEVATORS WITH PISS AND FEEL YA PALMS SWEAT FROM PUMPING ALL DAY ON THE BENCH, SEE FAKE NIGGAS EMBRACE MEN THEY SAY THEY RESENT, THEY HEAR THE DOOR HIT THE FLOOR IM STRAIGHT OFF THE HINGES FOOD FOR THOUGHT ALOT OF NIQQAS ATE OFF MY STRENGTH NOW THEY THIRST FOR MY DEEP DISHES... KEEP WISHING SLEEP ISNT A TRAIT OF STREET NIQQAS
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