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Wednesday, July 28, 2010

All the money in the word freestyle

A friend of my friend is a friend to me
and if you aint my friend your an enemy
So many ppl out here tryna read the end of me
But they can't finish da book, it's like it's incomplete
well ima future teller, so the end i c
ill tell you who i am, the HNIC
And if you mess wit my friends, the end you'll c
but its not A threat its like the present to be
But right now gurl you can just  ride wit me
Right past the stars, dats just how fly we be
Now they gettin jealous of just how high we be
and dats wut happens when you fly that high wit me
If Dreams are really real, and life is really fake
Lets take a trip into reality and see how long it takes

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