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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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