Rae took on the date with the purple tape
All around theres death,drugs, and rape
Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
European model white bitch is eating donuts
Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness
We can't afford the property taxes
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.
Eyes real low, just blame it on the green
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
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