Lyrics:
debt
A turtle in a turtleneck
Convertibles with turbo jets fueled by
7 Up and Prometh'
I feel like death's around the corner
Like the quickest wide
the middle of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising' death couldn't hold me back
Alpha stocks, I keep rising.... yo C. Laney
Catch ya lying, yo C. Laney,
plentiful
Tested by the wise yes bitch I'm fool proof
Projecting my demise
Bullet proof vest
In the middle of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising'
Death
and alive
Grab your snake and ride to the other side
If your intention is to defy death
I'll tell you now, even the best get laid to rest
We're on our way
Banner under pressure
No surprise, double disc touched five
Those elements, kept environments colonized
with the high flyin death-defyin flow like
wrote
Cooked the beat up myself, then ate that bitch on my own
Like pussy fresh out the panties that I cheffed up on the stove
Vavy you’d hate me more if
and bubble yum
For cats actin troublesome the shooter's come double dump
Kids get 2 ropes thats double dutch we double clutch
Outta state outta mind new phone
me?
Picture myself a old man a O.G.
Some niggas will conversate with liars all day
Time pass (Nah lemme start somethin' else)
Soul on ice death
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
strings for the dramatic, ending of that wack shit... 2x
Bridge (Neak):
Huh, Kiss the Ring while you at it, fresh to death, do my thing while I'm at it,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
Spittin' heat on my J. Cole
Chain froze
kuzz the game kold
Game Laced up for deez lame O's
I'm Westside like bankroll
King Fresh ta' da' death
Dis' is game
control over the masses
Co-sponsored by environmentally safe gases
Watch for the PBS special
It's the perpetuation of the two party system
Where image
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
we gonna lay up And leave them in the streets
We know you love these beats Pro stream by any means
Together, two of the greatest things You heard
money but still hungry
True story, once threw a nigga from a two storey
Asked for my paper, said, "There's nothin' he can do for me"
That's like takin'
and bankrolls, you know how this game go
You know how this game go, ain't no life after death
Man, somebody gotta die
Swear to God, I'm fresh to death
don't go out sad (no)
If he want smoke, my foot on the break (skrrt)
While punchin' the gas, now you do the math
Fresh off the road, pockets so swole
hi and bye make record time
I go three, two, one, desensitize
No lie, tell death he could get in line
K, hellspawn, I'm no joke
I eat brains, I
like it when it's retro
Keep a brick phone that could be ya headstone
Stay fresh never worry bout a dress code
Big dreams I don't mind getting' slept
Intro: Instrumental (4 Bar’s)
Hook: Alucard (Rapped x2 4 Bar’s):
真夜中の暗殺者 fresh as Mr. Clean,
The midnight assassin always gets that cream!
Verse 1:
But nobody does this here quite like me
Now let me tell a little something 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to death like me
Who pulls more whips out
2
Smokin' with a plain Jane trooper
Excellent with rifles, out in Japan
In a flight goons switchblade poke out the night boots ?
Thrusted
head like my bitches red head nigga, I be fresh to death like I'm a walking dead man nigga, it's forever free the realest out the chain gang nigga, got
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