Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
True thugs, guzzle mugs, jugs, mean mugs, no hugs,
Every night i stroke hoes
No, no, we are not those
No fear, no cheer, all gloom
Self made coming soon
No no no guarantees
Lights please, lights please
Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts
So she never fought, nor sought hugs
They think they bring that pain
No set trip, no color claim
Soul brother number two, i'm the one now
No one no where no why no how
Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo
// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]
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