I think I’m vegan, maybe that’s why I don’t like beef.  

‎Or maybe because I can’t pay the price; some of them are quite expensive, like Wagyu.  

‎I hope you know I’m not talking about meat though.

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‎Some of them get into beefs without knowing what the stake is, or rather what the steak is.  

‎Some of them get into beefs for the squad as a sign of loyalty, or just to make the paper.  

‎Or to be popular, end up on the news; you know, to make the papers.

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‎It’s quite sad because people lose a part of themselves.  

‎You know, an eye for an eye, a leg for a leg, a friend for a friend, and people end up losing their lives for people who don’t really matter to them.

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‎Fine, them calling you a friend doesn’t mean you have to go beef for them.  

‎They call you a friend, but deep down they see you as a guy desperately in need of a friend.  

‎If you die beefing for them, they wouldn’t even shed a tear at your funeral.  

‎That’s if they would even come to the funeral; they couldn’t care less.

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‎You know, people live by the gun and die by the gun or maybe die by a double-edged sword driven by the ones they think they loved.  

‎Life’s a class, and you have lessons to learn.  

‎You delay the lessons, you might be laid to rest.  

‎5'6" men, 6'4" men; all end up 6 feet deep.  

‎Life doesn’t really care about “tall, dark and handsome.”  

‎Have a broad perspective. Fuck the tunnel vision.  

‎Down here it gets really dark, so fuck the light at the end of the tunnel and get your own light while in the tunnel.

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‎Peace, brev.