Lyrics:
Surrounded by a copious amount of smoke
Let's get this dough
I'm all in
I'm tryna blow if y'all would let me
This sour kush aroma hit you like I'm swinging
How do you cope with that when you have Games like that that you guys usually win well You cope with it by uh
Understanding it's just one game
Beng
still do a kind kill
Real rich nigga I could work any kind of field
Passing in Dior, why my bro do a designer drill
Barely over 18 already blew 18 by 18
manifeste, j'reviens d'en-bas comme crchimède
Les étoiles brillent pour mourir
Les étoiles brillent pour mourir
"The first law is as follows : a robot may not
DREAMS BECOME REALITY
ITS TIME TO GO TO WORK
NO TIME TO LAY BACK CHILL
GRIND PUSH WE'LL RELAX
AFTER WE MAKE OUR FIRST MILL
HATERS STANDING BY TRYING
for hope and I think that it's sad
I'm mixing my pills and I'm hearing the thunder
I'm hoping it kills oh I hope to go under
I'm giving them chills
with her
I don't know what I did to deserve
This chemical car
She said if not for me she'd kill herself
She never one time asked me how I felt
Coming
We see the police
And train to kill the brain
Of the all terrain beast
Work done by street families
Make us and the state enemies
the way I bust, hate the way I strut
They want to take my stuff, kill a nigga to make a buck
They even hate the way I fuck, 'cause I fuck they ho's
When I
last
verse,flashbacks of my life passin me by backwards,
unless you getin stabbed first,
watchin ya blood run, now your facin down your own
barrol
leading you to hell then I tell ya to be reborn by...
The only name that I speak on
He's just the only way I claim that I keep on
It's a shame that you
famine
The pale horse is given the force
Die by the sword, sickness and plagues
Souls that are in slain
Testimony maintained
The sun a black snake
Head To Toe, Oh Lead To Know Oh
How To Move My Lips When I Met This (Ubba-Ubba)
Male With A Fee First No Money Given
Just An Ale By The Sea Surf, Go
back
So when you come through this bitch, hell yeah we coming strapped
[Z-Ro]
Motherfuck I heard a trumpet blow, what happened to the sun my nigga
First
tell you how I feel in case my life comes to an end
But I'm still here for you, real for you
I think that I would pack the steel for you, kill for you
gets old
Real fast, In a small town
When you think your life is passing you by
It kills him to let her go
But she wants to fly
So he gives her
of here
Children of aggression
Twenty first century trash
A terror vision
In your face
In your face
Kill for no reason
And show no remorse
Brothers in
Crew Is Locked And Loaded
Calibrated With Percision
Send Out The Drunk Munk
With All The Ammunition
Followed By The Stoner Punk
To Kill The Competition
I've had my courage measured
By the great heroic death
Behind a grisly image
A grim and ghastly wrath
A striking portrait hidden
In a cruel
The first day, always had to get a fist in
It's funny thinking back 'cause we were only kids then
Sixteen years old, sitting at the Sheriff station
Detained,
unless we die first
Yo when you hurt so much that it's hard to speak
and it hurts so much you can hardly breath
You want to get up and fight but you far
Maybe we have forgotten or maybe it has always been like this
Maybe we have forgotten that this machine kills
Are busy sighing, then you're truly
disease
Yet, my skin tone really couldn't bring the ease
Gettin' weaker by the day, months and years
Thousands of years we reign, but now I shed a tear
cheers, pour a little out for your careers,
slit from ear to ear, by this here cut, you hear?
Supreme's over your head, tomorrow morning,
hung over in
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