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yo yo dear,, -- dear veracity im sorry for laughing at you when you were struggling
i know in your heart that you was hustlin, a true player from compton never forget
hit the baseball, hit the bat, 1,2,3 ready, go, set
but this is not how it was supposed to go, this is not how i was supposed to lose the bet
Crap, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ lost my best friend over a simple joke
now all i can wish for is you to bring the weed so we can toke
if not though i understand because we will forever be blokes
this rap im singing is coming thru my heart
im feeling like bart from the simpons alawys have to put my mind to it
when the beat stops im saying yo veracity give me one more chance ey
please dont go away, just stay homie i need u ur my underdog bae