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TalkinBoutTone


I'm not acknowledged  Unless I speak about what they like They want the money But go undecided for the hoes  They want respect  But there's no loyal in their code Bills are getting paid  If it was up to them I'd be working as a slave God bless the felons  They have us roaming in a maze Diluting us with the media  Then they tell us go and get a trade Modern day shit It's made for us to work for they shit
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