Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently
And all we lack is communication like service sucks
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,
Cause i show fur, no bikini wax
Money, drugs, and power rule the world,
We left em a world that's cursed
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
Old school in my blood like a thug with a slug draped in mud drugs ina mug,
It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,
Have you with professional killas, chasing hits
Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly
When i arrive the whole town gets sunny
Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy
That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
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