DRUG MONEY part2
 

yo this drug shit i was born in to it//
my pops was a drug lord i was born to do it//
on the block where i was put on to use it//
and if it wasnt for that id probably lose it//
young tips is the name nigga dont confuse it//
connect to feinds out and he turned around and used it//
you rhyme soft//
i grind off//
i was grown with crooks and crime boss//
with my mins loss...stuck in space//
probably do time for traff-ic-ing//
on the block same shit different day makeing stacks again//
glanceing back//
im grown aint no hands attached//
got the TAN boots on with the GRAMS to MATCH//
and i pray but no body answers back//
fuck it//
i stay after the duckets//
dress rugged//
still roll in a bucket//
bean town my starvin grounds//
i used to take chicks out i just dawg em now//
street life nigga gotta obey the rules//
where niggas get killed but never make the news//