The cia just gives the poor drugs to sell, weigh the scale,
It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale
Trapped in the projectsand the jury finds you guilty on all accounts
I'm the bully in your school now my dick is big as fuck that shit weigh 52 pounds
Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs
Skipping to conclusions and forgetting to weigh consequences,
Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red
Beat her ass on the weigh in, bitch already dead
Take drugs to ease the pain/ but they only seem to weigh/
We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day
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