Lyrics:
you believe that everyday is halloween
Why, when I was a kid, playing in the ditches,
Living in fear of satan and the witches
The whole world was
the kid in the
Basement tryna make it too
Yuh
And you know how we feel
Ain't gonna quit this shit until I make
A hundred mil
Sign a couple deals
Make
thunderous
End of the night I'll scare a hundred kids
With my devilish glow and monstrous features
Ran away no candy finders keepers
Work I'm putting got me
wasn't like this
I wish
That she was my bitch
I wish
That I was the cool kid
I wish
Fuck this everybody get lit
Obtuse
Rubber goose
Green moose
Guava juice
Bitch you better step back! (I'm the king)
When it comes to grippin mics like that!
(I'm the king) bitch you better go home!
Crunk kids in the club
Drip drop of that blood and sweat
Tears fall got the hood all wet
Spit hot with that fire kid
Rhymes weak so die I did
See I've been lyin' kid
Ain't
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I didn't really know this kid
Though I sit by him in class
zampers (gangsters)
West End, I was with (gangsters)
We just had a wave of new (gangsters)
Yeah, I think there's been a rise, more (gangsters)
In a small corner bar he sits there a-drinkin'
Lost as a ball in a field full of corn
Further away than he ever imagined
That he'd ever end up
Zephyr and I stand out on West End Avenue
Talking about the things that all of us used to do
And the wind kicks up with the smell of rain
end
Brought me and the motherfucking palace was barking
In the midst, a poet, dryin'
Pharaoh and his girl being entertained by him
Motherfucker got
end
Brought me and the motherfucking palace was barking
In the midst, a poet, dryin'
Pharaoh and his girl being entertained by him
Motherfucker got
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I didn't really know this kid
Though I sit by him in class
by fate, tracked by dozens of fobs
We keep riding till the end of our story, and
We were destined to be the
Very best of Friendalorians
See I tried
walkin' tall by seven
Graduated ten a.m. got saved by eleven
I took her hand it was straight up noon
Had three kids before two
They all grew and left in
Kids are pushing kids
Kids are pushing kids
On down
Till they all hit ground
Parents, pick your brats up
At the lost and found
I have given up, but
I found a way of payin' off old debts
Always make more promises, than you can break
An argument that calls for more
Ends with a cold message
heart
But dope cartels would emerge
Bloody shirts on niggas while they hollerin'
'Til their lungs don't work
Figures I end up with a
Scarred memory of my
was misled by another lil' boy
and this is what he said
"Me and you, Guy, we gonna make some cash
robbing' old folks and making' the dash"
They did
was misled by another lil' boy
and this is what he said
"Me and you, Guy, we gonna make some cash
robbing' old folks and making' the dash"
They did
Straight up with that drama man
Now you want to aim, point, shoot with the llama
And your kids is raised by they own grandmamma
Does anybody else see
I'm ready, I'm sick of this life
Cause I'm never gonna find me a wife
No kids, no home, just strife
I'm all alone at the end of a knife
I'm praying
the peace, but we will troubleshoot
I ain't never really worried where the trouble is
Cause where I'm from on the west be was some troubled kids
Buncha
a pen
But im sure that it is when it comes to the diss
Cause my words are a weapon, you run like a bitch
Art of war taught me to gun all these kids
And my
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