It ain't where i been
Suicide depression,
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
Bitches love money and i got a lot of money
And i need you to show me love
I dream of good life and riches
50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen
Cause life pales in comparison to living the dream
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
Pussy, money weed is the current policy
Smoking weed with depression,
Well baby bot there ain't no question
Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts
Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
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