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#somethingreal


Yolo, i see u in yah polo, phresh to deaf, messin with yah seven, eleven, size shoes, they lookin without a clue,who,those hater lookers, its either now or later,yo swagg,to the defintion,its their time to listen,but who really cares,to listen,decision decision, makein and taken or later on statements, you hold the torch up high,in what sky,your own,heavy metal stone, they gonna be like woow, oh my never knew bout this type of guy or girl, your stage to shine like a pearl,no put downs, no sorry lookin clowns, this was always hometown,for now,you hit in with a awsome pound,of words, style and that smile, no delays,your journey has begun today,cause you only write once,tons on top of tons,but more and more its gonna feel like you won #YOWO
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