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Fifteen The End

made yet Got a Benz on tick that they ain't paid yet Spend their paycheck in the West End on the weekend Got no money by the end of the weekend But

's made a mural of a Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four winds

Roc I take my chain, my fifteen seconds of fame And come back next year with the whole fucking game Ain't nobody expect Kanye to end up on top They

things through I begat, mediocrity's not possible Opposite's attract, ACDC Back in Black Sabbath Agatha Christie cars named Christine Hard to deal with agin' when you still feel fifteen

types, all sorts, disobeyed my dad and I couldn't play sports I learned to dribble from right to left, I couldn't do a damn thang With all them F's, age fifteen

fan Of the refugees down from the islands Driving the Bentleys with her pretty pretty friends Sippin' colada every day is a weekend Heard your name was Pras outta Brooklyn And fifteen

find out they ain't put in no work And now my feelin's is hurt 'Cause they decided that they wanted to murk But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the earth

block Cause all my niggas is locked up And it's been all ever I seen wit a guillotine So I was in the "cut supreme" Fifteen grams and some &

city held to ransom, Cans and markers, Country Road parkers, Hands of an artist left the landscape enchanted, Until the government pigs had all the paint washed, From our city walls, end