Yea and this is something to think about
And think that selling drugs is the only real way out,
The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
Amen, they say you only live once
You better call cops,coz this drugs
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen
Sell a dub mix some drugs
Good kids make bad grown ups
Of having so much drugs, so much drugs
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
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