Lyrics:
on my face you can see all of my rage
All in my body yeah there's hella fucking pain
But y'all ain't never have to walk through all the rain
Fame
was the empire
This ain't no ghost story no it's not a campfire
Clothes are soaked from the blood man I need a blow dryer
Dragged a bitch by the hair
tell you nothing
Jesus the way the truth the life
The enemy can't give you no strife
Yeah I'm so Focused
I'm Focused on your presence
Ain't no witches
Detroit I supply them (no)
I'm talking loud I'm a buy em' (come here)
Can't cook but I'm gonna fry him
My advice, don't stand by him
50 round chopper
niggas come my way
To the hallway, nigga all day
To the peace treat, nigga ain't no love
Ain't no way in hell, you'll buck with B.G. Knocc Out
Flesh,
a gonna rise up, rise up, shout and sing
'Cause there ain't no grave gonna hold my body down
When I hear, I hear that trumpet sound
I know I've been
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
choppers Flying in helicopters
Bombing down on my enemies
Until I turn on this country for what they did to me cause
Dead men tell no tales
Hop up out
bitch, I thought you knew this
Who is gonna catch me when I fall or even care to?
While you thinkin' I see you lost up in my rearview
Hear you is down
woods with all my pain inside
I really loved you to death but uu ain't by my side
Said I love you to death
But uu didn't even hold down
I'm looking
up all my cereal
Plus he ain't got no job nah ma this nigga gotta go
He got pictures next to the TV, curio
If I could drive leave his ass in the desert
taking my life back
Now dancing from the grave, this thriller realer than Mike Jack
Whoa, my mind's gone, I'm so out this planet
No coming back from this,
fight the evil enterprise/
Silent ones ain’t on my side/ put in work Im down to ride/
Inflation to a higher high/ a government of greedy minds/
By the school gates
But now he dumps her dead in a suitcase
Buries her in the garden with no
Mark on the youth's grave
They call police, say she just
I'm not the gunna
Looking for the runner
I'm the ghost
Looking for my host
I keep on going
like you
I don't back down
from no fight
you right
out
I'm a lot now so don't hold up F.N on me Guess ain't on me hopin' I'ma blow up
It's a lock down bop now I don't wanna stop now
I don't wanna talk
change He took the blame away
Life ain't gonna be easy, gonna be hard til He take the pain away
My focus get distorted, I'm paying that later like it's
the targets is
My body a sword and I sharpen it
And VVS diamonds I garnish with
I ain't in the cosign
I ain't in the mainstream
But they gonna treat me like
feel
When It's cold
I can't feel anymore
If I drink
Then I roll up
Heat up by my own
Them fake bitches
Young FigaDro
Don't mix with anyone
Check down
Got
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
asleep like they on ambien
Big player you can tell by all the moves I'm making
Call my hittas cuz they shoot with no hesitation
Body looking good time
door
All them race for the money at the end of the road
Fully-loaded by my waist, I'm bout to explode
I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny
I wanna see your body moves
I wanna control every tool
Ohh girl i got one question
And this on is for you
Do you like this too
Im gonna hold your
on mixed nuts, who wants to hold 'em?
[Chorus]
My life ain't as cool as your life
And more than likely, I'll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So
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