A reality/ 16 years or smoking dope to mask my pain/
I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
When you broke up with me we started getting bad whether
Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed
If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat
I do it to cover up my pain
Just plain pat visions with some sick aim
Some people take the pain away with liquor or smoking dust,
My parents went away on a week's vacation and
Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again
Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain
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