Call my rapping a drug and start damaging your brain
I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came
The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.
Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years
Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck
But now we must get money and stay from drug
I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck
Randy don't always talk about money and drug
Girls, traffic and some things tragic
Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic
Bed and my dick in yo girls ass
Stack in his hand trynna make that last
Me and whore white girls never workout,
Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round
You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck
You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,
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