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My spot is chill

My crib is chill
It's a bad ass spot
turned the other way
from the others in the park

Everybody in here gets high
whether it be weed, meth, or a pill
just to get by.

The best part though
Is part of my addiction
My D-boy lives behind me
With his bud in the kitchen

Always good
Always straight
could be bud
could be shake

When the deal goes down
Im as sly as a cat
Im in and out
Just like that

People never see me
because of my spot
and it's sooo chill
that i'll never get hot
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