No money, power, or drugs,
Good kids make bad grown ups
He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live
I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff
My parents went away on a week's vacation and
If i catch her i can fuck her in the cunt
Before we see it's hard to live
1 for the money, 2 for the bitches
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see
Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round
Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)
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