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Rhyming Cinco

I from that Saner, Kiest and SOC. Where relations is deadly shots. And your base is basic spots. And you racially gone get marked. I have to blast through game. For something to change. This life is insane. Roll an ounce of fire sticky. Fifth of henny. Take it straight to the brain. I'm down with riders that stay riding from N.Y. to L.A. And if you busters have a promblem let you talk to the gauge. Flip the script like acrobatics. Tradegic stories are made. So how you livin. Feel me hittin. Particular women are played. Like poker the odds are the same. The focus is getting your change. I'm simple so leave all the fame. And ride. Grab your heater this game is live or die. Make you breathe like F.A.B.O the left is always right. Ain't no surprise. This 64 spinning adrenoline, running on E. I'm saving nothing, living lavish always reping O.C. For savage haters, earse'em, encase'em in dirt and no peace, no sleep, 6 feet, i am beast.

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