.What I got, come and get some, get on up, hustler of culture.
I stand on the corner of the block slinging the amethyst rocks,
drinking 40s of mother earth's private nectar stock,
doging cops, cuz' 50 be the 666 and I need a fix of that purple rain: the type of shit that drives membranes in.
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