Depressão & Tráfico
Brocasito
Depression & Trafficking
Specialist, this comes from the heart
20g of keef bitch I look good
I'm selling drugs but still not rich
Guys on my tail they don't know what I've been through
Depression and trafficking, I dropped out of school
Mom, I promise you, I will win once again
The first crime I was only 16
Fake friendships planning my end
Now these bitches will never break me
Weed and a bottle, codeine prescription
I've messed up so much, God doesn't like me anymore
But I know he takes care of me
Specialist, I know who's praying for me
Seriously, man, I had to go down the stairs
With a .30 and 20 grams in my hand
I leave these bitches in the sole of my shoe
Businessman you know I'm a rat
Making money and this pussy thinks about fame
Broken heart, I don't like to love
I don't feel sorry, 'cause I can stab you
Young businessman call my cell phone
