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I was born one day before Saint Pat
I guess a nigga miss luck just like that
Henry Ford, not even one mile from motown
Explains all the soul that you hear in my sound
A ten minute ride to Linwood, I begun my mama first son
Look what I become, a wee hit with words
This ain't no Reggie cause the flame rise from Oakland
I used to play with pistols and crackhouses
Get to school just to fuck bitches on dirty couches, abandoned houses
Find one with the lights on it, landlord came pulled the hook and locks on it
Money I'm plotting on it I put the block on it, I'm gonna get it
Fold deep, no shocks on it
Rep the D cause it's all I know