Lyrics:
she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
Handcuffed
lose a penny there's an outrage
Try to compromise me the drako got range
The shooter got dead eye he know how to aim
Taste lead after we light the flame
what next myself»
And i’m say
And i will say
Stop by sea. but what's the point baby
Not me
Try to forget
Try to be well
Try everyday
Try to forget
Try
myself
But I will think what next myself»
And I’m say
And I will say
Stop by sea. But what's the point baby
Not me
Try to forget
Try to be well
Try
what's next
I fight for control
I try to let go
You speak to my soul like what's next
I'll roll with your flow You got next
He says to let go
He's in
nigga Swain. Dollars precipitate over strippers to make it rain. Demon infested hotties. Seek souls to fuel the fire. A hit child for hire. 14 with
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
possible influence, she
Tries to be as honest as possible
And her undeniable ambition and
Glossy self-promotion are tempered
By introspection
nearly missed by 1/4th
Before you go can you come say by one more
Start too feel and really wanna make a run for it
If you ever broke my heart id be done
of inspiration
To let the next life off the hook
Or she'll say look what I had to overcome from my last life
I think I'll write a book
How long 'til my soul
way
Months flown by I ain't felt nothing but pain, let's move on anyway
Imagine my funeral on my birthday
30 days my death I delay
I turn 20 next month
to the next lane there's another prey in her eyes
I'm immune to the poison i know i'm gonna be fine
Got few fine ass bitches they suck my soul out alive
My
(R14)
Who done it worse than us? Can't go back to servin' up
Old friends got nothin' to say in person, but, on the 'net they be talkin' up
Had
still did me wrong, I still try
Many RIPs, I pray my niggas get they soul right
Big bodies on big bodies, get my days by
Gave this girl the best and she
on your block be drifting like Tokyo
No cap when I be rapping that's a fact we really do this
Trying stack it so I'm grinding on this music
Don't try
and a satchel of gold
Then next to the graveyard by the old oak tree
On a dark foggy night at a quarter to three
She was ready to go, but where was he?
get me high
But you take me to a lower level
Try to pass you by
But my soul screamin' like it's
Heavy metal
And I don't know why
She like Lucifer
Try
shit on the 5th, gonna be friendly by the 14th
Heard that they chat about me on the 14th but, you could never test this corner
Just did a DNA test
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Try to grind it out these streets we live
And I'm not dying
My souls payable on death, home grown out the west
My words be leapin' from the grill
soul as a kid could he make it out the ghost town
I can't leave my mistakes behind just let them bring me back down
Moving on to the next step in life
YSL pants with the zippers, yikes
Met her this evenin' already hit it, twice
Tag on your soul everybody got a price
Acid, acid, change yo life
YSL pants with the zippers, yikes
Met her this evenin' already hit it, twice
Tag on your soul everybody got a price
Acid, acid, change yo life
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