All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
But hey yo look, money from across the street
Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,
Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet
Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,
Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose
Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes
Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,
I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows
And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,
I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes
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