Money come and money go still money problems addin up
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux
And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,
That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape
All around theres death,drugs, and rape
But now i know why drugs and alcohol
Then i blow, i’ma close out the par
And i need you to show me love
Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
Amen, they say you only live once
Long as she come to me first
Money, drugs, and power rule the world,
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