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in the Am


Am on am rolling , Am on the grind ..with the morning jam ..the ink unfolding my thoughts and exposing my weakness but am gaining strength in the progress like a tree growing stronger so you will need a team and big machines to bring me down..i stand alone with my trust in God like am Jesus..i ain't just talking ain't just bluffing...hungry to clean up these of eldos streets like am the pick it up ...when it comes to women I don't like to pick and choose..i. Want to fuck every girl in the world like am Young money... Yea its fuck CASH MONEY cuz I ain't thugging ... On the road to riches am a taxi driver in traffic ..switching lanes like fuck the riches...lets inspire the ghetto..thats why we on the roll..been rejected...been neglected..but never will I jerk off while there's pussy to fuck with...you niggas are tripping... Life is what you make it.,,
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