Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine
Like im a male nurse, check my purse, you know i got big banks,
Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands
But i love violence, i'm just a man,
So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang
Weed smoke, booze and violence
Wish i could shed all these tears
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years
It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,
Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years
And my condition to start violence
Just trying to decipher between violence and sex
I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner
Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her
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