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Meet me in my purest form
With my back against the ropes almost got me knocked out but escaped from that sandstorm.
Like a phoenix from the flame.
You think you can make it with a little bit of street fame.
Joined my true friends do things a little different
I chose my own path
now make my own decisions
no fate or destiny
no street religions
I got my mind blank
erased my troubles
won't forget the past
come back with words and disses
Now we the rich mutherfuckers bad
drinking champagne out of a crystal glass
Now ya'll coming back to me