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i'm thinking you owe $70. the homie says i should squash it & may b he's rite, we're friends. but it's been over a year! i still see you often, but you don't ever try and pay it back. @ 1st u were thankful cos i didn't hound you... but you didn't pay. then i grew impaitient because it became clear to me u were never gonna pay what you owe.  so i talked shit & raised my voice... but you still didn't pay. so i left it alone... & you didn't pay. now we still kick it &  you know i still got a lot of luv 4 u but... can i get that $70 u owe me? whenever ur ready. oh yeah, don't feel bad there's more than one of you. how come everytime you call me on the phone you say i got this and i got that? then you show up @ my door lookin' 4 a handout? when i work with you it seems like u  can't get deep enough in my pocket. let's just say i can understand why u don't have any homies from ur past. u prolly burned more bridges than than hitler's german army! u can tell i keep my distance. nothin' personal but ur friendship is a bit of a gamble for me. i have enough @ risk as it is! w8 there's more... don't think i 4got u either! how r u gonna tell me how 2 run my shit? like i can jus have u in my pocket jus cos ur fuckin' wit me on tha regular. i don't play that shit man up & pay for ur own life! mua fuckas always lookin' 4 free b's. don't it feel good to pay ur own bills? buy ur own clothes? re-up wit ur own $? these salty ass chumps got tha game ass backwards. do 4 self mua fucka! don't expect me 2 keep feedin' u jus cos u got ur fuckin' mouth's open. i don't need u, u need me!