Drugs!

(Mhmm)
(Takes a lot of drugs to fight this pain)
(You don't know)
(Yea)

Takes a lot of drugs to fight this pain but you don't know.
(You don't know)
Put a lot of love in this game, but it aint show.
(It aint show)

Gimme my bread my cash.
(My cash)
Ion wanna fuck unless she classy,
(No No)
Ion even like my bitches ratchet,
Everyone know the good girls get nasty.
They gon spray for me,
Niggas outside waiting patiently.
She gon stay for me,
All about the money say that faithfully.
I know things don't change,
They stay the same.
Bitches always saying they gon change their ways,
Niggas always thinking they gon change the game.
(Yea)
Money brings problems and I cannot solve em,
Niggas switch up, it happens too often.
Shit on my mind I gotta go through,
Remember all that shit that I done told you.
Niggas colors change and it show too,
Once they get the fame they don't know you.
Stuck in my mind this shit get exhausting,
They die everyday, I'm riding with caution.

Takes a lot of drugs to fight this pain but you don't know.
(You don't know)
Put a lot of love in this game, but it aint show.
(It ain't show)



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Writer(s): Tyrell Moore
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