Lyrics:
IN MY HAND PUT IT UNDER YOUR NECK LIKE YOU JUST WON FIRST PLACE
6FT DEEP NOW THEYRE CALLING HIM DIRTFACE
If the gang want teeth then I’m making that
son, I love you and I?m pleased with you.? And then at the transfiguration, the father spoke again and the disciples heard it. The father said, ?You are
There's a letter at my mother's house,
Came with a floded flag.
It said Right now, I'm coming home in a body bag.
It's a pride and a pain
That are
a young child stares at a glowing screen transfixed by tales of violence
his teenage father tells him that that's life, not that Barney shit
a purple
perpetually
'Cause if you stay to long you'll see
The blind stitches of misery
It's as close as we would ever get
The thing is I'm still trying to forget
Conjure up what you may find
Cause it's soon; I can see you behind me
Count all your 12-step tries
And if the consequence could speak out loud
I
How I sweat shit
I'm 12 cylinder, you in a V6
Don't hate shit
Congradulate bitch
Get ya weight and count up
Fuck your weight dick
[Verse 3]
You
might,
It was gonna be a long long day going on.
By this time it was 12:30
And I was passed out on the ground
Saw a hand to reach down and help me up
She
tryin' to get by
I stutter step like rats no cool gats
Frenchise my brother this man can pull stacks
Perhaps, your plan to go plat' just went splat
Your
Wash the blood off his hands and then get baptized after
I'm the New Testament, the last five chapters
And God said he would come back by rapture
Listen to Art Bell, Cookie Puss like Carvel
Bulletproof like Luca age 12 Marvel
Bohemian Grove, speaking Elohimian code
Under the table sale
V12 underneath the hood, who you finna race?
I just heard somebody say it's smoke like
Who you finna face? Money on the floor, I'm
Spinning bitches,
bitch, ayy (okay)
First things first, yeah, you know it, fuck 12
Ayy, free Don Don, he got a million dollar bail
Like a boat, I'ma sail, I'm off drugs
I am not the guy, that you would like to meet
I'm some type of imposter you might find out on the street
I look back on the arguments, and every
[Chorus - 2x]
My life is sweet
You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps
Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee
Custom made
frontin
You unleashed the beast like the niece from garfield east
Does the heads of the 12 priests, crab louse, won't catch it
Shut the fuck up, your mouth
floor in my 12th year
In this stage, I'm numb, no, I haven't felt scared
There is nothing I can do in this case to stay safe and brave
Even though this
Day by day I'm working hard
12 hours shifts to feed my loved ones
Jailed by jobs it hurts my mind
Far underpaid so fuck those ties
Did you fight
vacant
Niggas beef on the double for cheese
Add bacon
My uncle said, "Live by the gun, you die by the gun," so I gotta gun
'Cause I gotta push your
shoot it out
Man down, that means another cop got hit
"No peace without justice"
But the 12 yelling, "Fuck us", so fuck 'em
My ancestors crying from
Zalegasz mi tu jak kula kurzu pustynny strach
I ten sam chłód nocą lód by dniem upał tutaj odkrył nas
Nic z tych porównań do teraz dom w domu don
might of lied when I said
We're alive 'till we die.
Life's too short, not long.
Gotta get by.
Yeah.
But we gotta get high.
Happy medium.
I'm
Laying in my bed I got this feeling
Only silent pictures talk to me this way
In my head by my head sits the soundtrack to the movie
And the voices
the gangstas know
Its been a long hard road and I had a way to go
When I was young I was labeled as a basket case
And every one walked by me got the gas face
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