Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry
Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die
Left chicago with good money for 5 drops
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first
Money, drugs, and power rule the world,
A whore is someone who want money for sex
You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes
Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..
My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
I stay awake , dreaming for sex
I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
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