My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
It feels good to be over you, babe
All around theres death,drugs, and rape
In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first
Money, drugs, and power rule the world,
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
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