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rob markman - breakfast club freestyle lyrics

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i’m from a block where the powder blew minds
cross the street from the spot fiends crowded two lines
summertime hot, had to shower two times
my very first pair was the powder blue 9s
thought jordans and a gold chain was livin’
so i molded my image after god’s son’s vision
to the point where every communion that i’m gettin’
i’m in bred 11s and bordeaux 7s
christ, it was written, rap was our religion
let my og mold me, he hustled for a livin’
16 in the spot, close enough to smell it
rode with him on his shift but he never let me sell it
lost my mind ’round the time that rube got locked
couple years before that is when kev got shot
i mean… i could’ve been a crash test dummy
pumpin’ for herringbones, beeper and sneaker money



- rob markman lyrics

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