Lyrics:
vision
Turn off the television
I sit back and watch the world go by
I got a vamp bitch and she bite
On my vamp shit run the night
Vamp bitch yeah she bi
I
at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
We gettin' high,
back to February 17th
And you could take the CBD so she ain't flyin' with it (yeah)
Or maybe change that nine years and give her nine minutes (minutes)
soul
(Light that burner, Number 9, Camel)
Don't even think about it, say no go, yeah
Ayy yeah
We vibin' now back and back and forth, forth
Back and back
dogs, get tha fuck out & don't come back here"
I'm tired of runnin', I can't turn back, I hear tha sirens comin'
Now they can give a lovely fuck why I
You lose your turn
Sleep is the cousin of death
You might as well pick your urn
I been talking my intentions
Now it's time to go and do it
Take you were
(Winning) I can't believe there isn't a Sheen
And pregnant women listen and they
Give birth to a fiend
I spit narcotic epidemic all up in your genes
In
it’s out of your control
So just sit back, and just let the clip role
There once was this kid who was roaming the halls
Didn’t talk to no one, mean
on a blunt
Beat hittin like brrrump bump bump
Crack I crease sound like a big bitch
In the back trying get up out a little nigga trunk
Turn heads for I
to the shit I'm on, yeah
Six-four, chromed out, ragtop rollin'
Get your weight up 'cause X can't stop rollin'
Niggaz thought it was over but X came back
crumble to dust put lesser men in a stretcher
Greatness was the norm now we can't do with it
A wilted flower from the past passed by the new wicked
Being
promise you dat
Or loose your life on purpose nigga
I'ma be back
Dat nigga don't want to see dat
I'm haunted by night stalkers to death
Rippin your click
because I can't kiss back
Doesn't mean you can't kiss that
Oh, baby, baby, just like that
Slow, baby, baby, just like that
Oh, baby, baby, turn me out
boy, Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
to the rainforest see the design
Feel a type of feeling that can’t be defined
Better tread carefully need I remind
Parasitic carnivores eat thru your mind
Back
Keep that shit from 9-5
Wheels goin' fast as I go by
Makin' wrong turns, just slitherin' by
I'm keepin' that shit from 9-5
Keep that shit from 9
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
Don't let us fall...
Remember my friend
The souls don't turn back
This is the last chance
With the magic power brake the Death
Hall of dead knights
this when I take your mind out to Venus
With the formats on DAT tape you can't remake or duplicate
Hesitate for a minute on deck like Brenlee
exposed
Turn all the fiction to fact, so everybody will know
You a sucker-ass nigga, father-fuckin ass nigga
That got fucked in the ass by your father
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
see no lanes around me
I can't even hear them talk
But if you need a platform
Better watch your jaw
Oh, you missed the train
You need the FlightZ
Hit
in vex
The rara you given me you could've sent through a text
Turn your ego down and view the many sides of Auset
Let me take you through the chambers
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