Good kids make bad grown ups
No money, power, or drugs,
Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see
And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.
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