Hit em up feat Outlawz
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Life through my bloodshot eyes
Would scare a square 2 death
Poverty, murder, violence
And never a moment 2 rest
Fun and games R few
But treasured like gold 2 me
Cuz I realize that I must return
2 my spot in poverty
But mock my words when I say
My heart will not exist
Unless my destiny comes through
And puts an end 2 all of this..
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