Story Book Riddim

Jamal spit energy on this riddim, his copyright flowin' like a kite in the breeze. The beat was tight, makin' you wanna move non-stop. His bars painted pictures in your mind, tellin' tales from the hood. You could feel the realness in every word, it was a true masterpiece. His copyright Spun a ya
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