Sometimes i get really bad depression,
My talent should take me places i've never been
Enough oppression, leading to depression
Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin
But i dont carry guns
These chalance give me balance
All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash
Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,
I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence
Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.
Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs
And all we lack is communication like service sucks
They don't hear my bark
My depression hit hard/
Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies
Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze
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