Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
War between poorness and richness
But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes
Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress
Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess
I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex
And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection
They want the money and the power that's just the world we living in,
Everyday some kids go out and fight war/
I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore
You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper
Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother
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