Good kids make bad grown ups
No money, power, or drugs,
Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,
Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most
Money, drugs, and power rule the world,
We left em a world that's cursed
Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those
Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes
11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
All the girls wanna have sex
Just who is malcolm sex
A coward dies a thousand deaths
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