Lyrics:
The site is that of a plane crash
Wreckage lines the streets
Patrons kick balls of tar
The house lay smoldering
Still the stairs remain intact
Although they
otha
I blame it all on the people around me
It's because of them god never found me
Right?? (wrong)
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]
Before I hit the ground
friend also said a dead body was discovered
On 8th Street in Massillon, not far from my father's home
She said the police got a tip
Found the body
that you seen it all
Like I'm out of nowhere and beating all
Chain chongs nigga ass black bean in all
You know the word bitch sing along the shit goes
Avoiding the beefs cause I already won
No streets that I cross if I ain't got my gun
Bet i'm gonna pop out wit a whole fuckin bunch
Gotta give me some time
Yeah where we from
You’d be lucky to make it out
With a sane mind (Word)
Most our experience is post traumatic
And a lot of us was raised by addicts
Nowhere to be found and its like me to do something stupid
So I keep my mouth shut and zip my hoodie up
Go for a late night walk, never thinking that I
nowhere to crash and sleep
Living out of hotels
Abandoned by my family tree
Used to sleep on Jonesy's sofa
With O's of yola
Ups and downs, life's been
Go
I got the call about eleven-fifteen
Twelve o'clock, arrived on the scene
Looked around and things were ill
The party was at a dead stand still
Hop out the whip and I dance to the beat
Neighbors get mad that I'm flooding the streets
Bring all the crowd we all have to meet
Bring all the drinks
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
dead serious, see the coming of new Hovi
OGs telling me to move with my chest
Nowhere cool for the streets, Kwame Dabie manifests
Determination where I
on that
(Yo) Yo, Deqwan got bored in his arm real quick
Cah the boy tried to cover his tizzac
(Mars) Mars got cheffed by the W street
True say it was
Yeah let's get it lets go
Triple six seven eighty-five I feel I live in the middle of nowhere
Yellow tape around the neighborhood, I got a feeling
dominoes by any means I'm tryina get the bankroll
Niggas talking what you wanna get spanked for
Pull up on a nigga just like Django it ain't nowhere on earth
world all by my lonely that's the same way that I'm leaving
Everybody makes mistakes I just try not to repeat em
Bitches wanna have my babies but I can't
these halls
And there's nowhere to go
As these crumbling walls
Hold up my shadow
And I entered the doors
And nobody rose
They turned all their heads
on me
I was blinded by the world but through your light I now I can see
You are the vine I'm the broken branch held tight by your tree
You have saved me
look at where i am
Took all of my problems and i cooked em in the pan
I used to suck till lucifer had took me by the hand
Now word on the street is i
But you don't have any annual growth rings cause you're dead in a day
Now your girls outside bringing in my groceries
Addicted to my dick, lickin' it
of ever'one to tell the sad truth like
(chorus)
The Undi-Sputed, Heavyweight, Rudest
Pa-rum-pa-pom! No jargon, could ever dead, this yard mon! (Yard mon!)
now
Man, how did it change looking at my past
I was really going nowhere failing every class
Momma getting mad wanna beat my ass
Half the times got
with the gang wasn't playing no ball
Momma had 5 kids she was all by her self so you know shit was hard
She went and got her a nigga but he used to hit
and gentlemen please stay in your seats
If you're interested I'll show you the feats
Of the greatest alive on the streets
I'm inspired by what I perceive
I'm
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