You gotta adapt though i'm never going back
The young white boy with weed in his backpack
Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air
Made money off the white without touching the soft, i'm in there
You fucking mutt, tell me, can a slut
Entrance no charge cause we late to the club
Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed
And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat
Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
Pussy, money weed is the current policy
With your flashlight, tell me what do you see
A fuck that we will never give is like our pops
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
Cause they right down the street
Who be puffin that weed
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