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I know it's hard, but you gotta rhyme

Yo, my pleasure

My pleasure's slowly becoming a passion

Let the wind blow, detach yourself from attachments

Mask the windows, innuendoes

Ya some bimbos, had no father to call me Jimbo

Life's a limbo, never seen a limo

Whip through my city, tryna feel like a hero

Step in my room, then I feel like I'm zero

Yeah, we some good fellas, get that dinero