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So, I’m thinkin’, what’s the move? Roll up slow, cash in hand, or just vibe and bounce? *Shame* got me twisted—Brandon’s all “You’re a weight on me,” talkin’ to Sissy, but that’s how it feels with this life, heavy as hell. I ain’t here to preach, tho—do you, fam. Just don’t get caught slippin’. One time, I saw this dude hagglin’ with a girl, loud as fuck, and I’m like, “Bruh, chill, you lookin’ desperate!” Had me crackin’ up, but he was salty.

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" a prostitute with the tiara on her brow." " Rome," he declares, " a charnel-house under the eagle, became a bazar under the cross.

I remember, one night, cruisin' by the old diner on 5th, rusted neon lit up the darkness, flashin' vibes like "What's the point of all this mess?" Crazy, right? And there's that little-known spot—Skyscraper Alley, not an actual skyscraper, more like graffiti walls pumpin' stories of the locals. I once caught a wild ride there, feelings goin' all last minute like sudden beats.

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