Lyrics:
to the bass
Middle finger, death to the...
Fill in the blanks bitch
Now that's some anguish
You sick to your stomach cause we established
Get over it dawg
shaved head,
Ur crown will gets caved
By Some of our best made
Run around death game
fucking clowns get shanked
Im a fucken gritty cunt and ur sleeping
no love
I'm cold like my toes growin' up po'
Compare us to ghosts 'cause niggas don't be livin' no mo'
A million images but no vision they shrinkin'
homeless, sick
Horrified by this flick
Accused of attempted murder made me lose a scholarship
I tried selling drugs but it left me hopeless
My brother's doing
love is Lord of Heaven and Earth
How can I keep from singing?
When tyrants tremble, sick with fear
And hear their death knells ringing
When friends
one could fade you, sometimes I hate you
I love you to death, but the way you act
I know that's not the way, that Lil B. Gizzle raised you
I'm
whooa
See I'm sick dog, and I rip your lip off, if I get pissed off
Or ripped off uh-huh, that's when the shit starts
I'm vicious, I didn't get all
God I think the world is
About to collapse! C'mon
The buildings and walls are all falling
If you don't know, you should by now
It's the motherfucking
broken and alone
No reason to bemoan may death take me quick
Free from lifes confusion humanity you make me sick
I was raised to care and that my love
psychedelic more like psychotic
Because I'm sick of these psycho bitches in my pockets
What are my options other than to just sit and just watch it?
Have
cold chillin'
Boy I give a fuck about you
You a sucka nigga
Every bitch in here can get a buck up out you
Can I love your bitch and
Give a fuck about her
too much to lose
I'm pissed that I can't glide (pissed)
Nuttin' but love for my Farm guys (OFB)
Dingers and heat
Anything the drillers dem need man
question, no question
Eh yo
Get my Hungarians and Romanians love Chef
I sit fly, in the S-5 with the snuk check
You know the status
Big carats, up in
I'm bringing love to my people
unlike these Fickle Fanatics that want to cause death
cut holes flake praying we fall to hells depth
As I watch
the funk
I'm representin for the Yay cause, ain't no love
For none of these pretty-boy ballers, they just some fake thugs, wit a Yay plug
We them niggaz
a lot of people think that i'm pretty sick because
i fuck dead chicks. it's really not so bad though.
hell, at least half the living bitches i've
head forward
As she spills into the vessel
Orfeo lines his subject
And gazes into the bowl of swill
Death and disease swirling
In a miasma
all the time
I used to worry sick about this life
I used to wonder how to make it right
I used to question my existence
Thanks to my loved ones, I
the rest
This the shit a G thinks
About when making his bed
My momma know I'm schizophrenic
It ain't no secret
I celebrate the deaths of all
The niggas I
And a little sane
We have jobs
We have kids
We get withdrawals
And love sick
Clipped by laws
For dumb shit
But don't quit yourself
Thats rubbish
Get off that
cuss I know a nigga got it
Gotta dream I gotta I feed can't have you eating off my pockets
Million dollar dreams get protected by this rocket I know
cream
Been the coolest in the school, well known by the dean
Gymnastics with the flips, tiptoeing on the beam
Stay fresh to death, Outkast so clean
I'm
I live life in a tunnel of death
It's amazing I'm alive still
Ain't aiming a 9 mill paving for a nice meal
I been patient and temptation is too much
to death (Ooohhhh)
Devil want my life when I'm supposed to be a star
Finally done got my hands on money I can't go back broke no more
Got in my lane
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