Lyrics:
mean everythang
And imma respect her till she dead n gone
I luv you for dat dats why I wrote this song
(chorus)
see when you go to jail mom still be
Those days are gone
But I still fly by night
Bringing life to the dead
Even through times
When I felt lonely
Suddenly realized the blood
Red tears
What can change in the?
I'm a black rat with a cool basement
But back is still hazing in every part
Trapped inside by rats red hound
Why if you
to pass by
Lookin at the hourglass, I
See how fast time fly
I keep a strong will to live
I be a old man with a lotta game to give
I'll make the kids do
there is a flaw
He hit a dead end and there is no way out
But it seems as if he has no doubt
Look at that hole in the wall to his right
He's punching
red
The moment the ring was on my finger
And when you found me in an other man's bed
Did they foretell you about my knight
When the key turned my
guy your spirit can live by
Now that you're dead gone i'll watch your bitch cry
Now that your chicks mines, look at those thick thighs
She couldn't
forgiveness, I'm
Alive with my King, Hey
Rap is just a sport and
I'mma die with my team, Hey
And believe that, I mean that
Where the key at
The lock and pick I
your way Sunday
Sun rise like a souflè
I don’t play
The everyday stress game
Dead end one way
To an early grave
Just want it made
Get paid, get laid
Uh, yeah, yeah yeah nigga uh, yeah
Its everybody ducking death by they
Skin or they teeth
That's me included I shouldn't be gone
Off at 23 and I
They can brag about murdering teenagers
That's dead and gone
But if I talk about God
They won't leave me alone, huh
I know why they hate me, though
I'm
not go to trial they gone turn snitch;
Look you dead in your eyes like they aint did shit;
That paperwork said different, should have did your time;
You
gaining game giving it back to you in the booth
Legendary the moves that I'm making for you
I want to accomplish alot before I'm dead and gone
Millionaire
door
Everybody better hit the floor
Give me the weed and out you'll go
Bad kids on a dead-end street
Told Smurf to get the keys to the Jeep
Three
at the parking lot
Yeah we made out I done come a long yeah
Never had non
Pass on my nigga the blunt
Nigga don't function
Gang gang niggas a lot
Hopping I'm gone
just wanna see dale dead
I'm sort of sure I'm being tortured by the lord
I'm living broke but I've gone hard like stale bread
I hide my feelings like
, by a harsh cough resounding
From his throat, the cold call of death, rattling
In an instant , ten thousand fall still , and dead
In the fearful
They don't care if you a daddy
They juss wanna get a check
Don't care if you depressed
If you ain't gotta dolla
Your a dead-beat by law & you
Owe it
I find pleasure in war and suicide
But if they were all gone
That pleasure would not be mine
The Black Wind said to me
"Watch your back"
And then it's
make sure your casket is shut
The black sheep of the bunch turning the weak into lunch
Yo I'm hungry for your flesh like I ain't eaten in months
Out
Michelle Obama won't stop sexting me
Fat people look awesome in Spandex
Nobody's ever got killed by Aaron Hernandez
2Pac's alive, Smurfs are black
Witches
The beauty of neverending malice
The beauty of spirits forever gone
Embraced by endless horror
Fragments left by bleeding scars
Sinking slow to the gloomy
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He build
of dead, I'm rolling high and I'll be gone for tomorrow
So copying styles if you're a one of a kind
Oh Yeah! Alright!
Tough looking star, painted in
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