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One Job May Change My Life.


President

Success I will Progress..

Reachin to the top..I will not stop..

I wanna grind gonna ride.. to where ? to what?

Headin to New york, San Diego city of dreams, city of lights, as soon as I get there I knew I would be alright.

Tryin to keep everythin professional, confidential

Enter my room im in command,,,,people lookin at me like man.

High heels top of my office lookin like a boss no more worries of the cost.

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