The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams
You rap about selling weed and money schemes
Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you
I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue
With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most
Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes
Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,
And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money
Pussy, money weed is the current policy
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