Lyrics : Your old droog

Bangladesh
At 16 my slang was fresh
I would not tire, spitting hot fire in the sesh
Or on the voicemail like John Tesh
Couldn't see me in the flesh
You're better off silent like Depeche
You know my steelo
Tranquilo since Jordan made The Shot on Ehlo
If you don't know anything, know that YOD nice
Check my closet, see Lo like 3 dice
And I ain't even ahead, thieving for bread
Bandit with a candle lit, grieving the dead, I said
I'm all disheveled the stress levels is high
As I try to make sense of the time that whizzed by
Saw the looks dilapidate at a rapid rate
Used to be virile [?] made me sterile
The terrible [?] chronicles and c*ck-blocking perils
But I dust myself off, rocking my apparel
Former cokeheads like Doc and Darryl
Still came in this lock, stock, and barrel
While I was making sure every bar is hard
You herbs was playing Pokemon, chasing Charizard
I peeped the scenery, sipping green tea
The old head dropped gems in the yard like Mr. Feeny
Now I'm pulling up to Leanly
With Santini, Houdini in a zucchini-colored Lamborghini