I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
Confession! i've never even heard of depression
I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win
Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
My rapping moves on ,from the depression
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups
If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns
I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience
I've met depression on numerous days
Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley
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