Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
If i die before i wake
All around theres death,drugs, and rape
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
And the discography, somethin' you got to see
It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
But now i know why drugs and alcohol
Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
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