texas.don.g.nutt,59.poem,my block my street my hood my block i hang on my block my nine milly cocked im reloaded ghetto soldia still reaping my city b,m,t still a g to a key on my street my hood its strictly understood all for my good my block no cops money made self hustle in the hood city beaumontvt texas plex we flex my block i hang its still a chitty chitty gangbang dope slang weed smoke blazed an blowed out my nose blowing trees a city nation wide strictly block hood young g,s,dope my block.8-8-2019
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