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Blaq Poet Rewind Deja Screw

Blaq Poet:] Aight. What's good? Yeah, Hoo-haa! Blaq Poet, kid. Mad scientist Alchemist. It's a year round thing, you heard? Hit these niggas off. [Blaq

[Verse 1:] It goes late night pickin up, broke day, choppin up Still tryin to make that dough, when it's hot as fuck Niggas don't understand the pain