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Dollar signs


Fuck Crip and Blood and gang signs,
What a nigga got to do to make you invest in him with your dollar signs,
Not remind him about his past crimes,
I bet if you invest, you will be on the news what a headline,
I guess that’s how America works New York Times,
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