Lyrics:
She doesn't look, she doesn't see
Opens up for nobody
Figures out, she figures out
Narrow line, she can't decide
Everything short of suicide
Never
So a brother like me, I do damage
Just by picking up the mic to go solo
I cold turn a party on out, and oh yo
I get physical, mystical, very
friends on a bunch of tens
Slaughter your body, murder with Oddy
Moderately into photography
Get the autopsy, cut through me
Only to find out that this boy
many can manage
So a brother like me, I do damage
Just by picking up the mic to go solo
I cold turn a party on out, and oh yo
I get physical,
prepared
Nigga get scared, I'm eternally thuggin'
Like kamikazes on a suicide mission
I'm spittin' multiple gunshots burnin'
Turnin' rappers to victims
I
they pull guns on you like
Come up out ya hood, it ain't never all good
We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to actin' stupid
Get thrown in the back woods
shared the same cell, helped 'em bond out
We play the game well, I'm confused by the news
I don't pick and choose
Everyday ready for death, nigga, win
tonight
Nothing but dust in the shadows
Gone by morning light
Somewhere we wont ever get caught, never be found
Baby lets just get out of this town
blew his brains out into the bay
In this state of mind, it's my own private suicide
Well, nobody cares
Well, nobody cares
Does anyone care if
Pooh, you a fool for this one
You a fool for this, go Grizz go Grizz
Winners Circle
Pulled out the Lambo
I'm strapped like commando
Play her like
the days of your life pass you by
You got to
Get up, get out
And do somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
Get up, get out
And do
She doesn't look, she doesn't see
Opens up for nobody
Figures out, she figures out
Narrow line, she can't decide
Everything short of suicide
She doesn't look, she doesn't see
Opens up for nobody
Figures out, she figures out
Narrow line, she can't decide
Everything short of suicide
they pull guns on you like
Come up out ya hood, it ain't never all good
We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to actin' stupid
Get thrown in the back woods
Never been in my roots
Don't let never make you a bum
Never my only so she said
Never begging for crumbs
If never found out your slipping
Then
as real as it gets
And bitch I would never be hit with by intellectual weaponry
Ain't no one gon' disrespect me, or compromise my integrity
Say what my
Suicide suicide
Read the paper, wonder why
Turn the light out, then you cry
It's your fault, you made me die
Touch me won't you touch me now
So
Suicide By Pop
Moscow we go hard (not)
Got a little bit of this, got a little bit of that now
(suicide by cop)
Moscow we get hard when
There’s
other time
You just tell me, "Never mind"
Know I sound crazy to a lazy mind
Know it'll be a different kind
Shout out to the people workin' nine
believing in the
Cold law, steel claw
Try to get on board you find the lock is on the door
Well I say no way, no way
Don't try to keep me out
a curve sticks you and then you go beserk abhoaring no inspiration. I'm looking for the joke with a microscope page out of a comic book a chicken hanging
I'm fuck your bitch
Ok yo, hoe lay low, get mayo, like OJ yo, say hoe
Plug it in, pull it out, put it in, wat it is, that's wat it's all about
Now
You gotta get up and try, try, try
Ever worried that it might be ruined
And does it make you wanna cry?
When you're out there doing what you're
by
The way we get by
Oh, that's the way we get by
The way we get by
We go out in stormy weather
We rarely practice discern
We make love to some
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