Lyrics:
the block like a fidget
We got it hot like a skillet and yo money short like a midget
They praying and praying i fall im not one of y'all i hit up my dogs
(Super dead kids with super dead friends)
(You're inside my head, you're inside my head)
(Super dead kids with super dead friends)
(We got
be alright (alright)
My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but
wrong, but it feels so right
Why do I feel all alone when I'm by your side?
Even though I'm still alive, I feel dead inside
I'm so dead inside
Tell
Chorus
My third year to adulthood, still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin' lightin' up
dead on dead on, dead on
At 16 I caught me a felon
Influenced by the movie 'Belly'
I got on all black just like a reverend
Why these niggas act like
Unfortunately I am not that type of niglet
But pass the pot let me skillet
Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
And I'm thinkin' 'bout
You know how I'm coming
Foot on they neck, I'm head hunting
Quit all that bluffing
Niggas know I got flows by the dozen
Came out bussing
Jaw on lock
Put my heart up on the shelf cause I'm dead inside
Slowly killing myself til I feel alive
No I'm not satisfied with suicide
Don't wanna be another
The truth'll leave them dead inside
Cause I'm dead inside (I'm dead inside)
I'm so dead inside (I'm so dead inside, yeah yeah)
Yeah, yeah
I'm dead inside (Oh,
when you're having a good time
Look for ways, to make me the bad guy
Not perfect, but give up before you try
Can you not see you are dead inside
Can you
The pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy (what?)
We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy (uh, uh, uh)
There's nothin' on this earth that can
The happy be dead the dead be happy
Sick of this pain hate when i rain
I concept death my eyes all red
Fuck I already dead
Dead dead
Dead inside dead inside
I'm at the top like an attic
Hot like a skillet, fuckin' on one of the baddest, carat inside of her titty
Gave the Philippe to that lil' bitty bitch
We keep finding dead ends
We keep finding dead ends
Ba - by
We keep finding dead ends
We keep finding dead ends
Ba - by
We keep finding dead ends
he can beat up
I wish that he was man enough
To get inside the octagon
I'd kick him in the noggin
Like I’m Lyoto Machida
Front kick to the face just by
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Smoking roaches
This one's for Chilly Chill, (Food and Liquor) flow
Strong like it's been distilled by
Hillbillies in the hills and we move down to Beverly
So
Dead bird inside the bird nest yea yea Yea
Dead bird inside the bird nest
Dead bird inside the bird nest
Find my joy till i find my crest
Never give
the money, the movies,the meals
What you really love me for
I don't feel you anymore
You don't feel me anymore?
Maybe we dead inside
Judging a book by it's
it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Inside this paper plane
Note my words are Navy sealed so here
that's why I'm the realest
Made my livin' in the kitchen, fryin' chickens in a skillet
Soon as you recognize the cancer, kill it, only way to fix it
voice from the back seat
The driver lent wearily across and pushed open the back door
I stooped to look inside at the two men there
One besuited,
boys are on the clock I'm with it
Hot like the swine up out my mama skillet
Hot like the sauna silkwood
Cocked and locked inside you sealed your fate I'm
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