War Against Drugs
BTA off the track like Captain Brinks
And my automatic still on my fuckin' wrist
Got the drinks and my partners still got the licks
I don't wanna die poor
I wanna die rich
Catchin' jail time, still reminisce?
And the shows and drama, get me real, y'all
Back when I was down
In the County twenty' grams
I was down and out with my cousin freelance
Back when, Winnipeg checked in the East Ranch
We was down to get some grams
Flippin' grams and burnin' grams
On the block, been putting in the work like a man
Used to face my demons, now first Iran
And the opps came left and right like Iran
Shot a few opps here and there for some bands
Then we moved the hardware for some cash
I was hardcore since the day U invaded Iran
Shootin' was, hardcore, I felt like Saddam
Back when everybody took beef into the sand
This aint no O Block, Isn't this the sands?
BTA off the track like Captain Brinks
And my automatic still on my fuckin' wrist
Got the drinks and my partners still got the licks
I don't wanna die poor
I wanna die rich
Catchin' jail time, still reminisce?
And the shows and drama, get me real, y'all
Back when I was down
In the county twenty' grams
I was down and out with my cousin freelance
Back when, Winnipeg checked in the East Ranch
We was down to get some grams
Flippin' grams and burnin' grams
On the block, been putting in the work like a man
Used to face my demons, now first Iran
And the opps came left and right like Iran
And my automatic still on my fuckin' wrist
Got the drinks and my partners still got the licks
I don't wanna die poor
I wanna die rich
Catchin' jail time, still reminisce?
And the shows and drama, get me real, y'all
Back when I was down
In the County twenty' grams
I was down and out with my cousin freelance
Back when, Winnipeg checked in the East Ranch
We was down to get some grams
Flippin' grams and burnin' grams
On the block, been putting in the work like a man
Used to face my demons, now first Iran
And the opps came left and right like Iran
Shot a few opps here and there for some bands
Then we moved the hardware for some cash
I was hardcore since the day U invaded Iran
Shootin' was, hardcore, I felt like Saddam
Back when everybody took beef into the sand
This aint no O Block, Isn't this the sands?
BTA off the track like Captain Brinks
And my automatic still on my fuckin' wrist
Got the drinks and my partners still got the licks
I don't wanna die poor
I wanna die rich
Catchin' jail time, still reminisce?
And the shows and drama, get me real, y'all
Back when I was down
In the county twenty' grams
I was down and out with my cousin freelance
Back when, Winnipeg checked in the East Ranch
We was down to get some grams
Flippin' grams and burnin' grams
On the block, been putting in the work like a man
Used to face my demons, now first Iran
And the opps came left and right like Iran
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