I'm a g, and this is something you can't see
Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy
Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)
Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round
The way she walks and causes a fuss
Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness
My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Through drugs and friends, i was in misery
And you are you too, but bitch i'm three
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup
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