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Mf Grimm Fame

, cream, cream I want the money fuck the fame A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream I want the money fuck the fame A man with a dream

[MF Grimm:] This was the only rhyme I was supposed to write That never should've happened This never should've existed [Verse 1:] I don't know where

Born in America, land of the free For the right price that's how it will be I know my existence is really political Slipped through the cracks from the

dust, trust insight Unlock darkness, shed light Beam touch soil, heat magnification Volcanoes boil, next step vegetation Reproduction, subtract clouds of gloom Beauty born through destruction and doom MF

[Verse 1:] Used to hate here, wanted to leave here Couldn't see this far, surprised to be here Ball drops again, seen another year I'm thankful for my

Bullets bless my flesh and now it's holy My blood in a cup, you pour me My body have ten stories [Verse 1: MF Grimm] Under fire, didn't know it Ears

deep fry friends Grimm Reaper nuke 'em Hearts don't mend Brothers turned to enemies Nigga, enemies I eat them raw Nigga, MF GRIMM is god of war Parole