If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns
Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since
Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds
Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies
Money, drugs, and power rule the world,
We left em a world that's cursed
Well baby bot there ain't no question
Smoking weed with depression,
Hold it..now thank you for silence
But i dont carry guns
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
I’m smoother than alopecia skin
From this pain and depression.
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