Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,
And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see
Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy
I was growin as a person in the hard times
I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights
Im a lazy stoner but work hard at times
Stuntin' in some other jordan nines
This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard.
She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art
And get me some more drugs
Good kids make bad grown ups
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
Reminisce the times and the laughter
Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her
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