And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin
My rapping moves on ,from the depression
Enough oppression, leading to depression
Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win
That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win
I'll start a bout that will leave you in manic depression
Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro
Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.
Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them
But i'm too addicted to these drugs so safe to say i can't stop/
I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot
Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section
How's your life feel after all this damn depression,
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