And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy
They giving pounds and that before get the money
But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream
Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness
Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses
Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs
In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux
But most times darling the sequel sucks
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
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