Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Without the sound of guns
Guess they ran out of options
Hold it..now thank you for silence
But i dont carry guns
Not caring for lives, only profit and guns
Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions
Money equals greed, greed equals power,
Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer
Bonding over our love for drugs
Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts
And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions
If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns
A country in power
Said when i do dirt wit her
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