And get me some more drugs
Good kids make bad grown ups
Long as she come to me first
Money, drugs, and power rule the world,
My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round
Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)
Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness
Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses
It's about niggas and bitches, power and money
Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,
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