I remember back when I picked 4 leaf clovers
Now I’m scraping up the weed and looking over my shoulder
I know the kids im hanging with be getting older
I don’t know what I’m looking for cuz fuck closure
You be a poser yeah you a fucking loner
Shoot up your house make sure your life over
She a hoe from gutter ain’t nobody one love her condom on shit go in like butter shit made me shutter
You say you love her but you got multiple lovers you say I’m lying but Bitch did you hear me studder
We getting older
Shit that we did as kids are just memories
Now we looking for sex drugs and smoking tree
Don’t fuck with me, multiple felonies, we be the real gs cuz the gs really throw up a 3 like it gang
Chilling with bottle yeah bitch it aint a thang
On his fucking fingers yeah he got some rangs
FTP hoodie better know what i bang
I be picking all these old memories
Running round like kids but now im smoking weed
I remember back putting bugs in some jugs
Now im saying fill my cup with them drugs
Guess this is just how the fuck shit happens
I aint going back but thats just shit that happened
Yall be talking real but i dont think yall be packing
Talking bout guns but you know we never lacking