Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win
That the world's in great depression
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups
From this pain and depression.
Well baby bot there ain't no question
Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans
Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies
No money, power, or drugs,
Amen, they say you only live once
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin
Sometimes i get really bad depression,
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