"First off, [...] your chick, homie, get a blood test / You a upset homie, where the love at? / When we talkin' 'bout Philly, know I can run that / Same place I been on corners, you could never come back," he raps. "When you was screaming 'Come to my hotel,' homie we was slinging work out the motel ... / Let's keep it trilla, you ain't never make a dope sell / You ain't never played that corner, made a [...] sell."
"Couldn't bet a hundred grand / This [...] small town / This gon' make your dog mad / This verse gon' hit you harder than that car crash that you should've died in / Man that you survived it / Now I came to murder you and have you scuba diving / Swimming with the fishes."
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