G-Mo Skee - Postcards From Hell Lyrics
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    Postcards From Hell

    I was raised in the rich, with the killers and the dope fiends
    I was in the front line, you was in the nosebleed
    An innocent man died while he was buying groceries
    Tryna get provolone cheese and some roast beef
    Never bring your ass to California niggas might rob ya
    And they got a good excuse, gas cost 5 dollars

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