Lyrics:
Yo I can just spit a verse
At you or get personal
These clothes is so cheap
And in the Total Slaughter house you wore
The same outfit the whole week
Looking back it's all in pure regret
Taken back by a life that I once lived
Open doors to take that final step
Another pill to cut that scab away
and I mean it till I'm dead
A nigga gone yeah a nigga gone
They ran in his house then he died by the chrome
Fucked up how he dead in front of his mom
? (What?)
Wait who that? (What?)
Fuck shit in the past (bee)
I don't want that bitch (bee)
Ash it off her ass
That shit got us sayin'
Wait who died? (What?)
before I pull the curtain
On this life I'll concede
That the only thing that kept
Me going was to believe
Not in God or heaven
Arm a weapon
Calm depression
so let me come in real slow.
Like 1, 2, I bet you thought you knew about the style we present,
So intense cutting through with precision never
prestige in you little school world
One day you're walking with your crew along the road
And a member of your crew pull out a gun and unload
He shoot
blonde
Oh my, I died young
I died young
I'll drown with you all night long
Come on put your life in my arms
Oh my, I died young
Daddy's got his methadone
how the fuck did I end up in prison?
Fuckin' snitches
They got me crossed by my own side
I found him by his self
No drama, he alone died, nobody
The shows have been cool
The plays going up
Looney just came with another one
Who got the juice
Keep on a hush
Fuck up the vision, I'm cutting up
I got
you best step away from the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we
'm just happy I was let in
I got a notepad in my backpack
Each page like a dangerous weapon
I hold it like I’m aiming a Wesson
Then they raise they arms
that shit works out for your muscle memory
Im in the building and I'm checking what the coast is
Real solo
Fuck ya crew and who you rolled with
Real
don't need no weapons
All it takes is just these four arms
1, 2
Better praise the crew, or we'll punish you
It's the 10 Commandments
3, 4
This'll be
getting to it gotta keep it arm length
Boy be cautious
I been cutting all my loses
Ain’t no squares when your circles full of bosses
Had to get rid
I'ma just do what I do with my crew
Ain't no telling what I'm finna do
But I promise that I'ma keep writin' for you
And I know what to do, everything
suffering
I'm alive
Even though a part of me has died
You take my heart and breathe it back to life
I'll fall into Your arms open wide
When the hurt
a barrel
That was making noise
I was praying that I made it out the street life
Bubby V died in my pop arms & it didn’t seem right
It was 45 mins before they
drift or draw;
In muskeg hollow or canyon gloom, by avalanche, fang or claw;
By battle, murder or sudden wealth, by pestilence, hooch or lead
I swore
closer
To your heart here baby
Never, let me
Move away from your site
Keep me, in your arms hold me tight
What am I, What am I
Without you I'm like
make way
Cutting off the fat we coming chiseled we gone make weight
Tell em we coming yeah we coming now
I'm all up in this jungle you can call me
in the place
But if you try get swift? I'ma
Punch you in your face
I'ma higher flier, why you wanna cry?
I'm already hot, so put me in the fire
Give me
some good things when I get it
(Ima do it)
Do Good (And when I get it)
Do Good by your people (Ima do it)
Do Good by your friends
Boy, you better do it
they feel my presence
Everything you said in the past
I cannot get past that
It's really hurting
And that ain't past tense
I cannot just say fuck that
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