"friends", as you call 'em they call you when they need somethin' g's for the frontin' or trees for the bluntin' i found a way to get peace of mind for years, left the hell alone turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone send me a letter or better we can see each other in real life just so you could feel me like a steel knife at least so you can see the whites of they eyes bright with surprise once they finish spittin' lies
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