Through drugs and friends, i was in misery
And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
And other times i could only settle my depression with rapping,
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car
But now i know why drugs and alcohol
Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy
I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny
And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,
I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs
Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,
And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin
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