Lyrics:
lifestyle, no its not a religion
See I survived death back in 2002,
And religion is not at all what got your boy through
Yea your boy crayola, I don't do
the bottle
Not just a sip of reality
Don’t panic I write sins
Not tragedies
How could you stay mad at me
hating on the god
That’s blasphemy
Hot headed
this
its so insane
Take a chance on a one way ride
Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your mind
Oh these people ain't your kind
No they ain't your kind
yen)
Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men
Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement
The pretty face men
To get out of the heat
The beat the killer
Cmon everybody
There ain't none chiller
I'm bigger than 9/11
And that boy called Stifler
Taste like a Vino
of cottonmouths try'na start a problem now
Talkin' shit when I am not around and I'ma knock you out
This that Bobby Boy logical jam
Sad that he left the game but
Family
Spreadsheet Big Amounts Like a Star to a Galaxy
Lead Heat
While I Blow and I
Stay Me I Don't Change for Nobody
Until I'm in Benzes and Looking Out
And getting by
Then I see the darkness, and it's not a place to hide
Cos when I feel low I get high
Yeah this feeling in my soul it ain't ever gonna die
live a life of crime
Or you gonna stay on the porch and do good by your people
But your destination is solely up to you
Damnnn
I've been running out
like it or not
I'm bout'a write 'til my mother fuckin' mind has dropped
I ain't quittin' now 'cause this is really all that I got to keep it major
the human out the thinnest of the vapors
I tease the story out the blankness of the paper
I can weave a family out the scarlet of a sin
and write the world in
just to kill men
Fuck the boys then rape the women
Joker ain't the one grinning grinning
Mutha fucka is spinning spinning
Precious life is depending
out the frame
Drop top the Rolls when it rains eyes wide
Tears in my eyes, I cry
Peers in the sky, I'm not
But I feel I'm insane
Bros by my side
Try not
had, were great up until I
Made a move, love was all around
In my head, but heartbreak's what I found
I'm always looking out everytime I'm in a crowd,
They warn write me off
But I cant really fall off (why that)
Cause you know Gods got me
Bros always belling my line more time he can't get through
get out of my way
I'm not feeling okay
But that's what I always seem to say
It's getting tiring I think I started hearing the sirens
You start believing
and worship worldly men
And let's not pretend that I'm not guilty time and time again
I pour my heart out, ask for forgiveness then try to find a pen
Then I
deservedness
More like a mess up covered by
His will to bless
It's not fair but
I guess that's the point though
We all fall, harder than
Some dropped stones
I
it's loud I'll blow it
If not, into the crowd I'll throw it
Pull out my cordless mic to entertain you well
Before I let go I'ma spark your brain
it's loud I'll blow it
If not, into the crowd I'll throw it
Pull out my cordless mic to entertain you well
Before I let go I'ma spark your brain
I was living on the hill
By the water tower and hiking trails
And when the big one hit I'd have a seat
To watch masters abandon their dogs
fuckin' family
Yo nah y'all ain't shit, fuck you up
Get the fuck out of my way
And I say this shit, and I'm not playin' it
No, bitch, I'm fuckin runnin' it
I'm writing this while the birds chirp cause I can not fall asleep
So instead I'll write another word while I'm listening to these beats
I think I
ain't in our league
Even with Keratin, you're just a baby boy
But imma take a picture if you pull a roid
Damn
You reach, I teach, elite
We on, the rise
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