Fresh up out the pen niagga turn in to wrdios check up on the kin but they ain't really my kinfock bitch went sideways but I ain't in my felling tho touch down off the henn now my mind ready to letgo like a full automotic clip these words hit blazing spillin on this paper an I ain't never scared tell them haters I right here back up on my bully

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