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"Love of the money what I pledge Toot your whistle [?] standing on the edge So don't push me to the edge From New York City, do not pledge I tell you pop off, better pop off What you mean you niggas stared? Tell 'em I said keep the steppin' [?] but I ain't Stephen Been collеcting my tax Protect my blessings, gotta keep a weapon Guaranteed thеse bitches checkin'"
I was sitting in the back of the truck, smoking a blunt, while my people got hype to go to the club.
I wasn't paying too much attention, since my mind was on someone in particular, that I was hoping to see tonight.
Taking another hit, I passed it to my cousin, as my driver, Roy, pulled into the lot of the club.
Grabbing my duffel bag, I stepped out of the truck, and straightened out my jacket, when Roy opened the back door for me.
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"You coming in, Ro?" I asked him, as my cousin and a couple friends got out.
"Hell naw. Last time my wife found out, and bout busted me upside the head. Next time she might kill me." He said, making me laugh.
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