Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness
But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was
Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
And my guns are directors
Who's better? them never, lo sweaters
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
Amen, they say you only live once
For the whole week, no time for cold feet
I pray the lord my guns to keep
Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,
Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash
If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns
Everybody seems to misread every sentence
European model white bitch is eating donuts
My ghetto’s full of tough brainless thugs who taking drugs,
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