Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
Money, drugs, and power rule the world,
Long as she come to me first
Good kids make bad grown ups
No money, power, or drugs,
I'm a g, and this is something you can't see
Through drugs and friends, i was in misery
Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness
I think found where your mind was
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree
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