Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
It's all too black for me to blame it on the man
Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span
Bonding over our love for drugs
Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
We thinkin you got em and going murder
...not wanted 4 murder...
And i just want to hold her
Murder his family
Took my heart away from money
My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve
The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.
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