Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness
She can make a pimp fall in love
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars
I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars
And it is to drive in all these fancy cars
Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense
Just trying to decipher between violence and sex
Sweet, okay makes sense
And we havin' rough sex
My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
Sneak is loose and kids taste so nice
I’m on these niggas mind like lice
Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great
Gonna have it all, nice cars and a huge estate with a huge golden gate.
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