Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
Sell a dub mix some drugs
Good kids make bad grown ups
So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
But most times darling the sequel sucks
No money, power, or drugs,
Here i go again, searching for love
Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous
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