.Nah, I wasn't raised at gunpoint
And I've read too many books
To distract me from the mirror>
When unhappy with my looks
And I ain't got proper diction
For the makings of a thug
Though I grew up in the ghetto
And my niggas all sold drugs
And though that may validate me.
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