This for my group home graduates
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Just miss the great, they mad at us
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Prosperity marry me, know we all after this
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Dream on, imagine this
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Cause poverty was vivid, with them drunk pelicans fly
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I can¡¯t be ¡¦
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J after I means bindess,
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Live with the case that your life is create sentence
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Repentance, even on twitter be a nobody mention
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See american gangster they living they own editions
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The strip like gaza, it got the kid whip rocket launchers in they locker
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Father took off a lock up, while she bring, she a knock up
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Her boyfriend choppin rocks up
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It¡¯s a on going saga, it¡¯s one in every fam like a corn on every rasta
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Getting to the green like a raster
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Never flew a helicopter, but make em fly out the choppa
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Gamble like rocktor, not fortune 500
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Talkin bout they don¡¯t know you getting 5 for the honeys
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Show it all, look redundant, same as every halloween buying pumpkin
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You have it so it¡¯s nothing
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Puffin, on this particular subject I¡¯m touchin
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Got a sound upon my button
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When you could be everything,
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Why you choose to be nothing
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Wish you would of came along
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You didn¡¯t see it comin
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No time for him, he¡¯s runnin, runnin
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I wish you would of came along
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You didn¡¯t see it comin
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No time for him, he¡¯s runnin, runnin.
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Group Home Graduates
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