Hit your block with a glock, blog that
Girls, traffic and some things tragic
You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
Randy don't always talk about money and drug
Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh
But now we must get money and stay from drug
I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck
Call my rapping a drug and start damaging your brain
Never let the game play youand for the fame
Where every recipient, property of the state
Drug-induced teens hear killing and go renegade,
That beautiful girls and parties are lame
Your man wale in his own damn lane
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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