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Born in the
Hills Beverly in '63 /
Only son of a rich mom and dad /
But dad was a jerk and mom did not work, it drove him mad /
When mom and dad died, late last
July / He got the house and the plane /
And now he just laughs and smokes his coke all day /
From New York to
Tokyo / Its all about the dough /
Its the coin, its the cash, its the currency stash /
Its the money that keeps us goin' /
The streets of
Brooklyn are riddled with crooks and /
**** dealers who don't give a **** /
Its all about hustling and scheming and making a buck /
They rule the block with one hand on their
Gloch / Its the ghetto that keeps 'em in /
But they don't have a chance, its the same circumstance in the end /
He passes the years from atop his
John Deere /
Surveying the fields from above /
Its not much to some, but he's happy to do what he loves /
Its been apples and pears, and a hundred state fairs /
Nothing more than a quiet, simple life /
His only regret is he never found time for a wife
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