See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth
The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers
Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex
You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes
And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap
I just wanna be higher than that
Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs
In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux
Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness
Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses
Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
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