Lyrics:
they walking
I'm fed up wit my enemies
Tryna get me to bleed
To take a plea
A L, no that ain't me
I'm lyrically next to MC's
Inspired by Em, see
That's
the morn to the dusk
I wanna do something but guess I'm lacking the touch
Trust
I don't recognize
Life inside my reckoned eyes
Blinded by my stress anxiety
But the Angels I got are breaching alarms n keeping me safe so I grind from the south n Back just to get paid
Even if that means I'm digging my grave
demon
Dropped a couple kins, they got done for some treason
Backed out the ching and I left a couple lesions
Pitch black nights, I'm never by my lone
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
One by one and two by two
I have ammo what about you
Grandma told
the last red drop leaked out
Destroying angels
I knew you so well
Destroying angels
No lies will you tell
No lies will you tell
Some things they
you don't like (shit you don't like)
Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me about your favorite rapper
If it's some shit he didn't write
I stopped by Dillard's, grabbed a pack of Polo t-shirts
They were slim fit, I got a slim bitch
But that ain't my bitch, don't even know why I
Ghost is tryna show me Ghost things
He's grabbin the cow by the nose ring
And I forgot about those things
Just let the Angel's voice sing
I'm blowin Holy
Mhmmmmmmmm
Rip to my brother (No Kizzy)
Long Live Milt
I remember days in that sandbox
Days in that sandbox
Days in that sandbox
I remember days in
here gettin paid paper cuts the only pay cuts
God's the only judge know it's coming any day but
The shit we done we take it to the grave we don't say
avenue, caught a homi
Trap-a-holics, what's happening?
The Brick Squad youngin' Slim Dunkin snap that muh'fucka back, Squad
They can't tell you
the future's just a waste of time
Don't wake up one day and half your life has passed you by
Don't die, inside you're not dead yet, you're still alive, alive
Supreme
Designer shit made for the weak
Taking some xans for you weirdos
Taking a flight up to Glasgow
Snowy it matches my skin tone
Bro get the fuck out
(Uh, Six Mill) East coastin', try to hide..
[Chorus: U-God]
All the pain inside
I had to face it that one day I'm gonna die
That's why I try to keep my
you ask me then I’ll give you Honesty
Cause in reality the truth Reigns supreme
Imagination and discipline, the Force of the mind that will aid You
The day you decide to get you some money
Nigga fuck your friends
Ain't no friends we ain't even on that
All these niggas taking Instagrams,
[Slim Thug]
Say P, man the other day, boy I'm at the club, mane with this broad or whatever. I walk in, I see her
talkin' to some dude or whatever
Out and dining right, redefining my life
Slice of angels food cake, I was saved by Christ
Heeeeeey! Legitimize my rennaisance
Baptized in
heard of me
And you think I copie Eminem
Because I came up with this flow
When I was choosen by the goat
Nothing is gonna be easy in life
Ever since
something to attend to
I go by SH4YZ I'm a lyrical G
Got more bars than Liverpool Street
I'm taking the piss on all Difficulties
Normal hard or I play
savage slim
I'm in the city thuggin', big step in them phone posies. With my 40 waiting on rap checks to hit direct deposit
When it hit me and gang going
could be the Supremes (ayy)
Or you could be Danity Kane (whoa)
Used to whip the wheel when the day end (skrrt)
Now I'm goin' back to the basics (back)
he's been praying for me
Every day and for some reason it's been weighing on my mind heavy
'Cause I don't read every letter I get
But something told
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