Scope, and scale homie, anyone can be a baller, pull out a nine, let me stab you now, is it paper thin, anyone, can claim a piece of the night sky, build up their pride, be a panther, a crouching dragon, a lot of these gangsters, earned their stripes, they know what it is, to struggle, to survive, even if you had a billionaire dollars, you might not even be worth 50 Cent, that dude's daring you, to look down on him, puzzle pieces homie, I'm a trained mercenary, I'm a wild dreamer, but mess around enough times, and you could be stuck with your reality, ask Marie Howe how she feels, the wide universe, your mother and father, they both care for the children, that’s why it’s blasphemy, to harm anyone of them, for each of them is a seed, and the heavens have a plan, they each have a job and a domain, I’m not in charge of the arrangement, even young Kyle, did you know, he'll grow to be a knight, he's quite brash and headstrong, but the young girls, with wild hearts, love him, everyone has a nine homie, the West extends, their parents are looking out for them, it’s why you should never mess, with anyone’s mommy, that mother goose will rip your head off, if you place one ill-intended hand on her daughter, me, homie, I’m just a dirty uncle, on the hierarchy, you’d be surprised, but when the music starts playing, I’ll dance just the same.

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