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My homie called me like what up man Nat from Florida but what up fam Is been a whole lot of hatin again and if they hatin on me damn what up then I met this girl when I was three years old and what I love most she had so much soul She said excuse me lil homey I know you don't Know me but uh my name is wendy(windy)and uhhh I like to blow trees and from that point I never blow her off niggas come from out of town I like to show her off They like to act tough she like to tore em of and make them straighten up they hat cuz she know they soft and when I grew up she showed me how to go downtown and at night her face lit up so astound I told her in my heart is where she'll always be She never mess with entertainers cuz they always leave I said it feel like you walked and drove on me knew I was gang affiliated got on t.v. and told on me I guess thats why last winter she got so cold on me She said Ye keep makin that platinum and gold for me but if you really cared for her Then you would have never hit the airport and followed your dreams Sometimes I still talk to her but when I talk to her it always seem like she talkin bout me She said you left three kids and they just like you They wanna rap and make soul beats just like you but they just not you and I just got through Talkin bout what niggas tryin to do just not new Now everybody got the game figured out all wrong I guess you never know what you got till is gone I guess thats why im here and I cant come back home and guess where I heard that when I was back home In the interviews im representin you makin you proud Shoot for the stars so if you fall you land on the clouds Jump in the crowds Spark ya lighters wave em around If you dont k