Stores with drugs,battles without rings
They say he the key to my blessings
Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
That these drugs brought to me/
Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe
No money, power, or drugs,
Amen, they say you only live once
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
I'm misunderstood not really a bad guy just high off drugs/
My ghetto’s full of tough brainless thugs who taking drugs,
And all we lack is communication like service sucks
Of having so much drugs, so much drugs
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
European model white bitch is eating donuts
The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,
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