HOPS
my hops are long and high
your jumps are no compare to mine,
my hops makes me reach for goals and stars
yoour hops has you stealing for keys and cars
thats theif, mad for money in the case with breif,
or a chief taking out everything
that having for your lease,
but im still jumping up here,
you arent going no where down there,
i have everything up here, living large
with two lifes and skates around here,
im big and you're not,
you mys well stop and sit for the cops,
IM GONE.
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