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Mort de Quentin
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My grandfather,
my grandmother,
my grandfather,
my father...
I didn't care about the people.
It don't matter what nobody says!
Danny!
Yeah.
Y'all ready?
Y'all ready?
Y'all ready?
Welcome!
Get the Brazil!
Go V!
This paper ain't gonna count itself,
we gotta make it now
I couldn't walk up in it straight,
I found my way around
You tryna talk about the pain and all
the blood that's stained the ground
You got me vibin',
knockin' reggae,
thinkin' I'm Jamaica sound
Bumper Clyde,
you can't hustle here,
go find another block
A hundred shots,
souls lifted as soon as they spun the block
He been to lose all his life,
he don't care if he won or not
Smoke a sound like Ron Bass,
I wanna rock,
we love to block
I seen niggas switch teams like they part of the league
My cousin rockin' state dreams,
wear his heart on his sleeve
Now everybody on my top,
guess the target is me That was my man until he hated,
we hardly could speak
I been that nigga since the day that I
started to breathe Fifty bitches on a yacht,
niggas don't party like me
If you on the block,
you feel it,
nobody talkin' like me Crazy out the streets,
had us blindin',
we hardly could see
Niggas end up in the water,
be part of the sea Once they start blockin' your vision,
it get harder to see
We start drownin',
it get harder to breathe I just tried to
motivate with somethin' we all could believe
Now that you've gotten through all the scriptures,
it's time for the Book of David
DJ Dreemo!
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