Lyrics:
Vex, drug sex rock and roll shit
Gettin' close to the edge I
Watch my soul slip
Snagged it by the ring finger before it fell
The recluse poked his head
that's how I know that ima make it
You can never know your ending gotta play it by the chapters
Ima father to my son so he wouldn't grow up as a bastard
Yeah, last year a lot of motherfuckers asked me
Why I didn't do no old sex nasty shit
But this year I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2
play
With no reward tied to your name
You found your soul out in the witching hour
Soaked in acid like a candy sour
You couldn't see you're nothing til
selling my soul?
Got tired of small time livin, niggas telling me no
I got mine! Fuck them other suckers! That's the mentality
Jealous-ass bustaz, make
Choppa wanna sing
Give it the mic and let it sing
Eighty on my clothes and I
Spend eighty on my ring
Wanna be like us, but you not gang
Waste away, I
much more than my soul could endure
I, at once endeavored to see Her again
Stirring from midnight's inertia
Knowing not even her name
On a thin
torture (torture) chamber you entered into my realm
Finger on the trigger possessed by demons like the SON OF SAM
Foaming at the mouth like a stray that
to
Analyze the game. Blessings start with salvation by grace, God will roll away my shame
In the name of the Father and the Holy Ghost, the answer that no one
not very good
[Chorus]
I was a child when I was angered by the beast
Ever since then my anger’s just increased
My anger has never ceased
I drove
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
Take ya bitch on my yacht fuck on a boat
Fuck boy this pimpin you better take notes
Homie dont play that yall clowns is some
Jokes
I make the trey
coco
Smokin' dope from my crop grower
The block know us, kush got a funky sock odor
How could you not notice? I
Come from that rock culture (Rock)
Star
Or the sheep who cried wolf
And threw the deadly hoof
While the wolf was asleep
I keep my mind a ghost
Follow my heart the most
Don't play fools too close
soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought
imitation (Like uh)
OK, lemme talk my shit, no hype shit but the money came by quick
Not thy kid, you can catch a shot lil bitch, they on my dick cause I got
From a young teen, a murder team, inspired by crime
See Allah Just granted permission for my position
Sit down, write rhymes, escaping this repetitive
I'll return to the velvet fields
Cast my lot into the sun
Sit around a fire and tell city tales
To country daughters and their sons
ways and have your way
Take my soul I want your spirit
Take my life and let it be, offer myself to your holy name
Creator of the universe
Father, son
land
Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
Yea, I got a question
Are you ready for war
Sick and tired of being on the defense
Let's go on the offense
Let's go
It's the Holy-Ghost drive-by
soul or give you the holy ghost
Please I leave you in somebody's cathedral
For stunting like Evel Knievel
I let you see where that bright light lead
Keeping that sword right by me
But my armor rests up in my soul
I got the Holy Ghost
Keeping that sword right by me every night I lay
That's how we
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