what up to all the heads from New York, let's put the poetry into motion like the rough ocean, I am flossing with my new clothes, flows for foes to make them frozen, who da chosen, sipping Heineken zoning to dope beats that represents the vide of the street, thugs are packing heat, my league do not like outsiders or critics, going hard without limits, hip hop is filled with silly gimmicks, strapped with gats and fitted hats, but do not hate my swagger,
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