Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears
While all my niggas was out getting gunned down or turning into convicts
Uh sometimes sadness sometimes madness
Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses
Do it to attack and rap about the bad times, sadness
So you can see why they mad, look at they status
My sadness was passing
Hating my macking, they asking
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
And levered your lives... with happiness!
Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach
I been trying to show you somethin, got a different approach
Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked
Quick turning into that cocky kid
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