Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs
Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux
I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs
And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,
Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy
You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money
Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts
We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,
But meanwhile, he aspires to be great, but just smiles and waits,
Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
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