If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns
Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference
Run away from the cars...
Y’all niggas ain’t no stars
While in the distance i hear passing cars
Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve
When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave
Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies
Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love
Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous
With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school
You live life fuck bitches get the mula too kids don't do drugs just stay kool
And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with
I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff
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