They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
No money, power, or drugs,
Suicide depression,
Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win
Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions
Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.
Soon as we start
My depression hit hard/
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns
Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience
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