Good kids make bad grown ups
Tellin em what you thugs
Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs
Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad
And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,
Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs
Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,
Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter
You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker
//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go
The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window
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