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but I ain't miss We was cruising thru the blade couple blunts lit Hit the alley bust a left 135th Me and Meel big bruh like thats like O.G. KC up
for the top you know im hot now They saying Maxxy you gone be the fucking best out I'm with the gang 135th I'm on the block ow Issey on the jacket nigga
Lukas, Taliban, 135th, 118th Manhattan 134th and 8th, powerful what's really popping Sarge hold your head, Freaky Seeky hold your head The OBBO, 151st
Wagner Wilson, east river, the 9, 145th street Nick, 145th Broadway Lukas, Taliban, 135th, 118th, Manhattan 134th and 8th, powerful what's really
one (Hey whats going on man this Jerome man I'm gonna Be on Avalon and 135th at the car Wash ay ay ay fuck that nigga K Dot Man he owe me five dollars
off the plate though Let me show you lil' Yamamoto Take a little lick of the mayo Out on 135th, spending them pesos Tell my nigga Fergie Ferg Keep
just the way of the struggle They see the weight that you juggle And then they hate ya on ya hustle Fuck niggas, that's the word 'round town 135th, I was
down 135th Or north Miami that dark side I was raised up on the Eastside Robbed my first man at that red light
and no utilities Still in my close friends I'm wondering if you're feeling me Do you still put cheese in your grits And do you still live off 135th And If
from the madness Now the name hold weight Fall Green to Jamaica and 135th I came a long way With some reggie in my spliff Durag For every color tee with
135th Nigga don't touch my Rick, nigga It cost me two bands and a half, you do the math Double it, flip it in half, 4 times that stack that's a 10 Max you
off the plate though Let me show you lil' Yamamoto Take a little lick of the mayo Out on 135th, spending them pesos Tell my nigga Fergie Ferg keep
house, we trying to make it, Rich By any means, Lenox Ave and 135th Come and see, Harlem always hustles harder Don't have cash? No problem, we can barter
to hit & brag I'm from the corner 135th on Woodworth baby Inna field just like farmer I keep a burner, you wanna flame? Then come to camp Then send 'em
Ladies and gentlemens all the way Live from the Q al' Tariq, look, look I'm round 135th, thirty-three thirty-three Cuz-o crib, where all them greasy
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