Lyrics:
Now that I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my sould to keep
If I shall die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take yeah
I got demons
Doing all these drugs to make the time pass
Trina block the pain to make my life last
When you sell your soul you live fast
Ima killer Ima shooter hear
Mahito you hit my soul
Take it away you left a hole
Break me down straight to the floor
Now I can't get up oh no no
You been bluffing you a fraud
to block light that would have otherwise bled
From my phone
I'm getting back in the sleepy mode creaky bone
I adjust the fuzzy blanket load prone to goad
experienced
Block out from my happiness missed the code
The rest of existence delirious
I focus accelerate growth
To different new realms never been in
Honed my
poppin shit more than yo old homies
40 baby d, have bullets chase him through the store for me
Big bitch, you want a cookie, sell yo soul for it
I got
soul
I try to fight anything in my road
But I'm tryna do right by my mother's soul
I feel the devil outside knocking on my door
Promise ima do right by
the puddin', just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
the puddin', just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
the puddin', just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
duh-ruh, ruh-ruh
Yea, put in my own work
Nigga, I don't nobody i had to grow first
Before I could feed anybody
I had to soul search i had to soul search
I
lazy
Wanna have my baby, ain't gone get me locked down
I can't get locked, hold my glock
Ima come down, hustlin rocks on my block
Cause they gone
many pictures of us two
Flashing and dancing now this voodoo
Just brought my sister's ghost to my room
Days go by now the toys here too
Telling me wicked
have my baby, ain't gone get me locked down
I can't get locked, hold my Glock
Ima come down, hustlin rocks on my block
Cause they gone pay, gonna make my
concerned if I die by the glock, will my soul soon burn?
My past clash with my future then, take a drastic turn
I'm submerged knee-deep in this here, but
expectations, no (hey)
I am not my hair
I am not this skin
I am the soul that lives within
Who cares if you don't like that?
With nothin' to lose, postin'
expectations, no (hey)
I am not my hair
I am not this skin
I am the soul that lives within
Who cares if you don't like that?
With nothin' to lose, postin'
taxes
I’m raisin' they eyebrows
You might be jumpin' out
The window: Ron Browz
Comin' at me simple with my style, nah
Broken dreams led to fixed realities
bitches
While I remain inside a
Paradox called my block
Though gunshots is promised to me
When will I stop?
I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high
killers.
[Verse 3: Ruc]
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
[Chorus]
Before I sleep
I pray to the lord my soul to keep
And if I shall die before I awake
I pray to the lord, my soul to take
For goodness sake
and there's not time to rest"
Inspired by the holocaust, incentivized by atrocities
Can I pass you more chicken, would you like some more peas?
My Points like
your love has won
With your death my work is done
Your life my life and your rest my rest
On you my soul relies
With you my hope will rise
My Jesus King
whatever is enough, rest gets exported
Now I got you open up like Tesco
My name is Pablo Teddybar, not Esco
Swarovski on my wrist, yeah, flex mode
She want
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