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You and i were basically brothers

Dial up words but they're not in service

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,