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He come from the streets, the darkest Everyday sleep with a Barbie He out of my life, he tardy Niggas gon' shoot, we ain't arguin' How you get killed when you partyin'? The streets and the bitches my audience Look at my diamonds, they ornaments We tryna kill in the tournament
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