It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little
Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.
Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,
Love reefer and love sneaker above those
Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those
Memories, yeah, i hold em close,
If we thinking success is only measured by your money
A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.
How can i portray this
Close your eyes my face is
Slumdog far apart any sub par
You get close but no cigar
First off congratulations on the win
Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling
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