Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out
And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout
We started this, we gotta finish it/
Living out of a homeless shit
Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah
We need mandela , still we need mandela
We out here we touring
You're uncool like my mother kin
Get yours; you know what this about
We got money so we ball out
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
Guess we were wrong we can change destiny,
And we must do what we gotta do
And for this moment no i won't ditch you
Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man
We apart. i feel we never met we never set or come near each other. we can
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