Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
Through the years tryin to stack a little green
But i dont carry guns
Back with a vengeance
Class is in session
From this pain and depression.
Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin
Confession! i've never even heard of depression
Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts
No money, power, or drugs,
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
Enough oppression, leading to depression
It ain't where i been
Suicide depression,
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