Lyrics:
joy
No joy
What’s going on in my brain
Oh
There’s something wrong in my head
Feels like I’m going insane
I think I’m better off dead
Shink up my spine
a lie oh
Had a gun pointed straight to my head
Twisted game was some Russian roulette
All my tears only full of regret
You're better off playing
Dead
bitch tried to play me got my glock and then I merked shit (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I'm like ace I rock your girlfriend by the way I'm working
Tried to act like
ant a another after snap like cameras n yo head getting captured aim n Blast off like NASA 2 straps on me but I ant wearing Pampers
Dnt follow orders
because, because I was going off my...)
Head
Sunbeam from flowered skies
Twenty thousand butterflies
Glorify my...
Turn from hot to very cool
Though
Walkin roun here actin gangsta must be on dem drugs or sum/
My niggas equipped wit bangas, ready to let go a sum/
Let a nigga hold sum better tell l
will always be around
At least my feet will touch the ground
Physically I'm here
But when it comes to what's in my head
I am better off dead
Because it's
angel, tangled in the web
Givin a fuck about nothin, better off dead
But I don't want to be ill, don't want to be a woman token
So I rock mics, and spread
shoe off and a bridge to cross over
And where is your taxi fare,
Are you left by yourself or left by your lover?
For three nights straight now I dream
shit
So high on my horse
If I fall off I get kicked by
A hoof 'fore I hit the hood
And that was over they head
But I wish a nigga would
Disrespect my
better when I do
ASCAP checks been looking right lately
Never base my decision off what it might make me
I need paper my head sweating my palms itch
My
sirens roar
Better get that money, and be out the door
[W.C.]
Racket, racket, comin' out of the back end
Dead at you, he throwin' the hot lead at you
when I'm dead, ayo, wake me when I'm dead
'Cause life is like a nightmare, I'm gonna lose my head
So I make the jams that'll make me feel better
I
time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time
And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, it's all
centuries
The Gotti of the deep
In the next millennium
I'm still gonna creep
Sand under my belly, ocean over my head
Through the light in the shadows
You
down, duck down, duck-duck down
Motherfuckers thought I slipped, right?
You didn't know the extra clips on my hip
Right?
Ricochet off the vertebrae, dead
[Verse 1]
Runnin' from the scene, Hammer in my jeans
Dead bodies behind me, the cops'll never find me
Arm & Hammer Clean on my way
head
You didn't love me back then
You never loved me anyway
I was just a fool to stay
I am on the edge
Feeling better off dead
Look me in my eyes
You can
So instead of a verse bein' read
I'ma go and get some head off the strength of my music
I tell a bad bitch your ass too fat, capitalize that
missin' out on was passing you by
I done seen the streets suck a lot of cats dry
But not you and I my nigga
We got to get
Come on, over over the water
Strike you like a Bic head
Your flow sick? My shit dead
Sillier than V.I.C. said
Soulja Boy and Arab
You should see my 11 year old daughter do they
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
a thing
Thinking of you in my bed
You were my everything
Thoughts of a wedding ring
Now I'm just better off dead
I'll do it over again
I didn't want
Grrah, grrah (grrah, grrah)
Everything dead (bitch, everything dead)
4-1 shots to the head, bitch (grrah, grrah)
On bro, boom, boom, boom (24 is
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