Good kids make bad grown ups
And get me some more drugs
Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)
Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Call me up late while im on drugs
No money, power, or drugs,
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs
And all we lack is communication like service sucks
To much drugs in the bloodstream,
Come see real niggas on my team
Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts
Sell a dub mix some drugs
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