No money, power, or drugs,
Good kids make bad grown ups
Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit
Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,
Say bye bye to her
Thoughts of bloody murder.
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Bonding over our love for drugs
Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that
Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack
Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when
Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,
Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts
Sell a dub mix some drugs
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