Lyrics:
somebody talkin' 'bout you owe 'em
I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada
Niggas ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride
You better be thankful we
Said I'd be dead by twenty one
Said I'd be dead by twenty five
Staring at the bluest sky
Still alive
Still this fly
And I thank God, I'm so grateful
are? Dead in the heart
Dead man walking, man don't even start
A tear for the above, but we thuggin' in the park
Another? on the porch with a sawed
grateful
Sometimes yeah I cry
Those who turned me down
It's okay
Some are dead
I'm i life so I'm good
I cannot stop, I'm gonna build me
I put my trust in
All you know when the album drop my name gonna blow like bang!
I just bust down doors cuz all those watches never gonna be my thang
My shit bang when
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
[Tragedy Khadafi]
You about to witness a two five Jedi Minds collabo
You know what I mean?
The God Jus Allah
[Jus Allah]
Megatraum is a Martian
Allah Math, dig it
My block is G'd up, the cops is racist
Staircases is peed up, haters get beat up
Woman are getting eat up
Look at this paper
that we are blessed to have
Are blessings that provide us with what makes us capable of withstanding
And makes us more powerful when we go through
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
are
then you are isolated, standing there by yourself and you will get killed!
You will get killed, and it's not about being killed!
Liberation is
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!
Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
did)
You could’ve past me by and let me dead in my seat
I’m so thankful grateful grateful
Praise your grateful thank you thank you
Hear somebody
for dead
If no one came to help me out
You're the only one here knowing what I'm going on about
You found me hanging by a thread
And took me underneath
woman lyin' in my bed
Spirit in the sky was it Norman Greenbaum
Caus' I can't get the hook out of my head
The one about the train by The Grateful Dead
dead
I was born dead
I was born with a bullet in my head
I was born dead
All my skeletons are seven feet tall
Had to buy a walk in closet, just to fit
sacrifice
adored and explore me
these delusions
my only vice
hold my hand
i'll lead you into
the dead silence
take the stand
i'll worship you
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
Mark it as another project in the books
Another album where I wrote all of the verses and hooks
A fuckin comeback, one album after another
Producing
I am different
New album is dropping I hope you consider it
Most people are never considerate
Ain't rapping no lies I am living it
Moving like Tony
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
and you'll see the new me, yeah
I'm not the sane man I used to be
You are mad at someone who's dead to me
Lost an addiction, gained honesty
I'm under water
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