4,3,2,1

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, on a scale of one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, motherfucker i'm in eleven, i served twelve twelves amongst thirteen buildings, but fourteen grams, oh man i made a killing, on the fifteenth the welfare check dropped, so it popped like the sixteens sitting in my glock, seventeen years old with the coliseum fronts, in the back way with like eighteen blunts, it was nineteen, i forgot the year but it was on, cause dimes went out of style and the twenties came along, twenty-one dollar e&js with my crew, cracks in my ass and the grands are twenty-two, twenty-three on my jersey, nikes on my feet, on the twenty-fourth bus tryna write to a beat, locked the game like twenty-five to life at twenty-six, twenty-seven gave you +the brick+, at twenty-eight i give you this nigga, simple mathematics y'all