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Chill Free style


Up early in the morning first to get it, they say if you really want it come on with it, sacrificed my life for these ice and these cars and I only spent 60 days behind bars, my tears show through my scars, used to be addicted sitting at the bar, now clean spitting mean bars, came up from the dark nights moving that white and black tar, by far I been a Star, rapping and singing like bruno mars, Ayye no reaching me im aiming at the moon mayday mayday, my moms and the streets raised me, took left me broke taught me a lesson then gave me, some say im deranged covered in mange till i pulled up and parked the Range, im not over been a soldier Blacked out Rover, street marine ops Tacoma, Olympia, Portland Oregon Topwestaudioproductions west coast repping we aint fronting, football to running gun play, allday laid up under the shade living laxed chill paid Ayye!
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