I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience
If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns
Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first
Money, drugs, and power rule the world,
Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash
Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,
Enough oppression, leading to depression
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies
Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.
I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
3m's on my new balance
But i dont carry guns
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