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Thirteen Senses Other

All the signs are there I did not exist Underneath the stars and comets Far beneath the sun Eyes can see Anything they want to believe I? I

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1: Young Jeezy] I'm so H to the double O-D I run this god damn money on me Pocket so fat it don't make no sense Wrist so clean don't need no tense Watch

youth I was too young to know better but I was like "What does a manager do?" Now one of them he saw dollar signs in my skin color The other, he said

1: Young Jeezy] I'm so H to the double O-D I run this god damn money on me Pocket so fat it don't make no sense Wrist so clean don't need no tense Watch

: All the signs are there I did not exist Underneath the stars and comets Far beneath the sun Eyes can see Anything they want to believe I?

1: Young Jeezy] I'm so H to the double O-D I run this god damn money on me Pocket so fat it don't make no sense Wrist so clean don't need no tense Watch

the barbershop, y'all know the rules... No fighting, no cussing, no Cause and no Bloodin' And sit yourself down and act like you got some sense Now I

1: Young Jeezy] I'm so H to the double O-D I run this god damn money on me Pocket so fat it don't make no sense Wrist so clean don't need no tense Watch