DEALERS

Shout out to the drug dealers that dead
Dancing on dandelions
Give me my money
Give a fuck about a Fed

Three gold chains and diploma
Pitched packs from a parka
On Park Avenue
While you racked an Arizona
Had the bomb like Baghdad
Bagged an aroma
While your ragtag crew
Bragged on IG
I made G's from marijuana
Thousandaire brown haired Brent
Prince of quarter pounder's cost
Cuffing season every month we'd paid rent
Weed pay rent
Half stepper say
Mom let me hold some monies
Because we suck
And we can't pay rent
Fuck you

Shout out to the drug dealers that dead
Dancing on dandelions
Give me my money
Give a fuck about a Fed
Yo shout out to the drug dealers that dead
Give me my money
Give a fuck about a Fed

Career criminals, model citizens, functional thugs
Friends that did bids for robbery and consumption of drugs
Flowers for dead friends
Dead flowers for loves
Down near the dead-end
The most powerful of plugs
Money is a variable
A miracle to some
Dumbo blew the dub on fit
Instead of on some gum
Should of took his ass to the dentist
Clean the shit out his gums
Pull the lies out his teeth
Quit asking me where I am from
Fuck you
Shout out to the drug dealers that dead
Dancing on dandelions
Give me my money
Give a fuck about a Fed
Shout out to the drug dealers that dead
Give me my money
Give a fuck about a Fed
Shout out to the drug dealers that dead
Give me my money
Give a fuck about a Fed

30/30 ESPN
Conny Flaco in the bright lights
You thought I was wrong
Because you right, right
1,000 song betray a conscious carry on
But not this
This shit for a Marxist
Born of an Aquarius's axiom



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Haug
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