Lyrics:
Bodies be droppin' down around Queens
By different teams, it's the Teens that tear your ass out the frame by
The seams
The end of the drama center,
times when my life's inside a trap
Why is that? The same people that say your rhymes are phat,
Would rather see you lying flat with that knife inside your
hell on your health
Your brain's processing pain and it's telling your cells
A slow death when that disease sees progress
The fake get no love,
Crawling you come to this place
flat on your face
Weakened to dust by the process of life
Pleading and groaning to live by your own means
You'd Kill,
Shawty what you drank?
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin' bout change contemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all
to science
Do the tango, while rappers get strangled by the lone-shark
You be ridin' niggas dick, that's why you never make your own mark
I'm sober
To Move no way to truth when sitting on your hands
Ross second 8 bars
Is when it will happen to you.
No presses or stresses will take it all the away
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
Put your glass up in the air and toast the Kid of Youth
Cuz he's the only one to do this type of shit up in the booth
Best believe there's no one
brainwashed so it’s not your fuckin fault.
Cuz we was taught
By somebody who thought they knew it all
Who knew it all (2x)
(Chorus)
Since I was
jack
Last 10 seconds like a snapchat
Mysterious
Delirious
Can't take you serious
Furious
People miss lines leaving them curious
A lyricist
Conspiracist
you know what I mean
Just hit me with the green and I'll see what I can do
To mikey budafeu, he said "straight, arrange your crew"
But that's a no no,
without leavin' a son
To carry tradition, listen, my life has just begun
A nightmare flick, visions of swingin' the pool stick
Depicted by near death, I
slangin' rocks
And holdin' glocks stolen from the cops to get props
You gotta split a top on the regular
Or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
Life is really a bitch
7 8 Death is our fate
Tell me why our legends gotta die so soon
Peep in your mind and tell me why you’d choose
To X out this
graves
Don't rap about death, it's power in what you say
Second chapter, and you get what you give
It's power in how you live, I sit and talk with
you work harder or less
[Young Chris]
Just give it all to my daughter wit death
Until then love me
Cee and Neef baby give us a second
Stand tall when
the soul at 20 years old
But now I know all of yo hoes so please don't get exposed
Yeah you can be in the game
But it's out of your control
Either you
expires
But she desires
A life she never had
As her breath turns slowly flat
A second coming of a light
As lifes beginning to fight
Against illusions
See a song like this is so vintage
So authentic and there's no gimmick
And by the First Amendment I'm free to speak
About an ancient King from
of fools, to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery! Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be! Fooled by a peaceful
Un!
He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom,
it's like looking up to your pops that's a rolling stone
Me looking like him was a thundering boulder that destroyed my habitat
Now, I reside in a broken
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