Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)
Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round
Eyes real low, just blame it on the green
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations
Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.
Back with a vengeance
But i dont carry guns
It ain't where i been
Suicide depression,
All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto
I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho
Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions
If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns
From this pain and depression.
Double mg not to mention
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