Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.
For this, i thank the lord
My rapping moves on ,from the depression
Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin
I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations
Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
You're uncool like my mother kin
Smoking weed with depression,
Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin
Eventually leading you to depression
If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns
And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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