CAme fRoM ThE
CoRnER
aNd CoMe FrOm ThA
StrEEt
LoVE wHen ThEY
WarN yA
thEy
GoNnA TuRn Up
ThE hEaT
thErEs aLL KinDS
Of seCreTs
TH@ yOu
JusT CaNt
rePeAT
AnD YoUR BiGgESt
SuCceSS
Is YoUR BiGgEsT
DeFEaT
sO ScOrNfULL oF
RiChES th0$e
tH@ LiE aND
ThaT CHeAT
yOu LiE On ThE
SiDEwALkS
aND stArE aT ThE
FeEt
sEeiNG ThERe RYthMs
and
KnOWinG TheRE
BeAT
ScRATCH RoUnD ThE
gaRbAgE
FoR A sOmEthInG To
EaT
sTARe At ThEsE
PeOpLe
aLL LoOkiNg So
NeAT
bE ThE diRT In
ThE GuTTeRS
RiGht BeSiDe
ThE
eLiTe
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