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Seperate the weak from the ob-soleteHard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on *****, ******** all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Birthday: 04/13
You can't read between the linesIn the bible it says, what goes around, comes aroundAlmost shot me, three weeks later he got shot downNow it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't ******** breathing