Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave
I've met depression on numerous days
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
Enough oppression, leading to depression
Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round
Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)
Confession! i've never even heard of depression
If a period is late then i will mark it with a question
Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options
Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.
Money, drugs, and power rule the world,
Back like i never ever left in the first
From this pain and depression.
You're uncool like my mother kin
If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns
Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence
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