Lyrics:
in me
If I should die before I wake
I pray to source my soul to take
Demons haunt me through the night
And drag me to the morning light
Rest assured
or fifties, just Benjamin Franklins
Block on lock call me Kurt Angle
I keep the bag on my brother, my partner
Don't fuck with no strangers, they tryna' get
I'm a tortured soul, I live in disguise
Rest in peace to the leader of the Jackson 5
I died in my sleep, I'm still Big Pimpin'
I ball at the mall,
thirty-eight
Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate
Word to the mutha, I'm touched
When moms come by, niggas hush or get rushed
Maybe one day
it for my mama
Breadwinner Boobie, all about the dollar
Millz with me, got the beat around his collar
Ron with me, got a problem, see the chopper
All I
Step out the car, all they see is the gold
All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul
As I step on the corner, they wanna be like me
Watch
year I shut rocks on the block
I'm deep on my grind, and all I say is
Hook
Verse 3
Mega:
Slowed you haters, showed you the old school vapors
Niggaz
wifi
My niggas will drive by
You play with my cheese you gone get swizzed up
(Click bow)
And this ain't no versus but you gone get timb up
(Yeah)
chronicles of love contain multiple pages
Gotta know that our mission is no longer contemplatin
Might've blossomed as a youth
Or by the end of these
You can fool the rest of the world, long as New York know
Uh
We some underground kings, feel like Pimp C
Met bun, said "Pocket Full of Stones"
Six days have I labored hard
Finding help out of no man?s hand
All night as my body aches
Rest my heart 'til the morning breaks
Souls are
sustain me
Oh my soul finds rest in You
In either life or death, I’m held by You
So I will live by faith beyond my view
Since I've been raised with Christ,
to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
you saw me when you was my rock
My rock I feel like I can remember
When it was December, you spinnin' the block The block
You said it was too cold to go
Flames over my head yet they question why I'm hot
Flow so drippy I'm the coldest on the block
Standing here alone it get lonely at the top
They
the world as simple, but complex in the design
I spent some time just thinkin'
Where did that get me? High, more drinkin'
Now my head empty, so can it last
You don't make up for your sins in church
You do it in the streets
You do it at home
The rest is bullshit
I swallowed my pride and never seen it
would meet death and his soul would leave his body
And after having completed the 13 steps the condemned man was met by a giant cloaked figure
And with
ever saw one
There wasn't a nigga on the block late at night not gettin' done
So she begged me not to tell a soul
Then I said of course, cause my dick yo
singin' a new tune
May your soul rest on the moon
In Channel Seven, you said: "Death before Cut"
You killed so many that your conscience ended up,
I got this hole inside my chest until my soul is laid to rest, na. mmmh
I got this hole inside my chest until my soul is laid to rest, na. mmmh
I got
block
On my block I write and jot
Seen a lot, it's really hard to find my thoughts
Times is raw it's either live poor or die by cops
Writer's block
On my
sticks
The strength like Samson
The Heart of stone employed to fill my void , maybe then
My soul might find rest
Or due to wickedness
I've yet to commit
It
lose your cool up in that car
Nigga just hold on for the ride
I'm holding on my fye
Soul burning
Look in my eyes
No I don't like to cry
But every night
I
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