Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
Maintaining my modest modest as i dream
When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money
Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school
You live life fuck bitches get the mula too kids don't do drugs just stay kool
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups
Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,
Everything i wanted never seem so close
I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff
And a finger in the middle that i leave em with
They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
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