Smoking weed and listening to rap
Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack
I used to sneak and smoke stress weed
When it came to grams it was 90 i fried
And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens
Not caring for lives, only profit and guns
Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions
If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns
The revolution will proceed
"kill this nigga, guns and weed"
Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since
Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,
With no guns and no shields
Everything ain't what it seems
Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats
Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags
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