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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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