Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
And all we lack is communication like service sucks
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
Of riches, and mad lavish lifestyles
Bring the battering ram where you live
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives
It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,
Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair
And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,
Long as she come to me first
Money, drugs, and power rule the world,
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