Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash
Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,
Wish you was around now to see what i've become see
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
But most times darling the sequel sucks
No money, power, or drugs,
I roam like phone with no vocal reception
Enough oppression, leading to depression
My depression hit hard/
No gimmick: real time, real heart
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
Sometimes i get really bad depression,
Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
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