But i dont carry guns
Now, nigga, it’s the prince
Eventually leading you to depression
Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin
From this pain and depression.
Class is in session
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
Cuz golly, you done made it through the fight while squabbling ali
Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win
That the world's in great depression
Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies
When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
So if it comes down, may the best man win
Sometimes i get really bad depression,
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