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True Riches
Stacking i up
Stand on top of it all
Thinking I'm dope - Nope!
Hand me that rope
A pencil and a note...paper
Write that suicde letter
Alpha - thought I was beta
Than the Omega
Cuz I had a little cheddar
But then he shred that
Humbled me
Now it's gotta be less of me
And moreof him
This is my testimony
I had that money
Millionaire, billionaire stat...
Tuesday 10th January 2017 5:32 pm
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