Is it the money or my marriage or media peace
Street poets fantasizing, but i'm here to tell you stories,
And street poets bow down when intellect fails,
Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave
Street poets fantasizing, but i'm here to tell you stories,
When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave
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