Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,
Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash
Can't see his son shine like the four tops
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense
Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,
The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,
Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though
Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.
Everything at ease, you in double m g presence
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions
If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
Just trying to decipher between violence and sex
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