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man
But politics that's really not my thing man
Never voted once in my life I'm a dead man
Feeding all animals birds call me bread man 
Like I'm lil

Dead by tomorrow
Pull up and hop out like who said what?

Pull up and hop out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money

its rare
In the south like where you been?
I been over there
I don't got no fucking friends, I'm all by myself
But I'm with my fuckin twin
And my gang

the forest
Tyrannosaurus with it, they can't reach me
Chose my scene like I'm on DVD
I do shows then drugs then repeat
‘till my nose got blood like they paid

jacket with lights in the back of it
Custom made by the kids who sew and makes clothes for Prince and Sisqo
I'm 2004 beyond the average club music

Thought I’d bе cold and gone by now
That I’d be six feet underground
Thought I couldn’t live without you
But I’m not dead yet

So you couldn’t stay
Guess

I'm goin all out for self
Shyst when it's critical

Word and it don't make no kind of sense
Dudes walkin round here staring all intense
Yeah, well look

the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads

Hop out the bed and I'm countin' them faces
I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin'
No twenties

it
They can sell me all that bullshit I promise I won’t buy it
Suckers call it fire I’m not one to get lying
I don’t need kill my brothers this king

Carry into a new fold
Where society is going pro
Where the cons are actually as cold as snow
Season change go row by row
Till they all go blow by blow

the stocks swear to god I Made 6 figures
If I'm working for a job might as well Be in jail
Never working for a nigga that shit Dead as hell
Only smoking

Yeah this got a bop to it
I'm just doing me
Baby I'm just doing me
You cannot listen to this shit and not bop
I'm just doing me
Uhhh
I was skating

the light
And no one gave a shit
Not even the kids
He was already dead you see
Your body moved slow 
And you're brain did too
Mind wrecked by drugs
Go Find

I'm dead
I feel like like I'm fucking dead
Got a knife left in my back
All I see is fucking red
I'm not scared of the past
Not afraid in the end
Nothing

Sing for me an Irish blessing
Reassure me someone cares
Whip me up some kind of blessing
I'm in need of constant prayer, constant prayer
Hey, do you

There you go, again 
Burning all that didn't meltdown 

On the road, my friend 
I'm not tryna be judgmental

But we
Keep finding dead ends

We keep

not give a fuck because I'll murk you I'm the loudest nigga
Why you wanna be dead
Why you wanna be dead
I said why you wanna be dead
What's going

DVD's (ow)
The come-up was crazy
Don't get smacked tryna fuck with us

Fuck with me, baby (ayy)
It ain't easy, I'm goin' easy (oh, oh)
(Gangsta

the secne 
Remember Dtae got caught he aint rat or say a thing yea
Big box tv's yeah we kept them dvd's yeah
Red opp dead opp know some real OG's
I know my

declined
In the line
Down bad dead broke
Compared to being homeless or on dope
I'm talking hard drugs
Not the shit that I roll though
This green from

Late Night

Snoop Dogg

Duces n' Trays: The Old Fashioned Way

2001

my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties
Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas

head, this not me singing on this song
I admire the ones that dead and gone
The real ness out here dead and gone

I know some niggas tried to do me wrong

alive and hanging by a thread

I'm not dead yet
I'm not dead yet, no
I'm bent but not broken
And I'm not dead yet, no
Yeah

Maybe there's a poem

in Benihana's
The drama keeps getting hotter, call it Rihanna
I'm dangerous as Dahmer
And if I wanna, I'm blowing up like the Unabomber
I'm a marauder