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
These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference
If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine
That the world's in great depression
What up girl, tell me how you been
No money, power, or drugs,
Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts
I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win
Enough oppression, leading to depression
From this pain and depression.
Well baby bot there ain't no question
Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
You caught me in a state of depression
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