In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux
Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
Through drugs and friends, i was in misery
Now i know a lotta styles, some see
That shit was wack as fuck
Lots of drugs and boos in his cup
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
Wish you was around now to see what i've become see
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
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