Lyrics:
election
I watched as they wielded coercion and deception
But by the time Coke reaches Huntsville, Smithwick hangs dead in his cell
EPILOGUE
It seems
you turn coats
Left me for dead i'ma kill you with success
While I resurrect live on stage I'm on tour
While you beef about sound scan
And who sell more
We run it up
We run it up
Get my money to the ceiling
Run it up
Robin
Live with no regrets
Ion give no fucks
Don't give no fucks
No
Ayo Juanny thats
You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death
Don't let me split you in the head
From now on you are now marked For death (You
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
time never felt so empty
Loaded 16 tons for 16 months
My boss tried to set me up
Run off on the plug
You fuck niggas passed no blunt
That Gandalf stunt
Wanted by the feds, they got to take me dead
But I got to get paid first
Before they roll me off
In the motherfucking hearse
'Cause I'm living the Thug
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just
everybody pay
Now I pull up with a tool that make everybody wait
Everybody told me I'd be dead by 21
By 22 I really had to go and get a gun
Never stand
here, the way to disappear
and cut roots and than to cry and than run, run, run
Love,
love and hide it's such a pleasure to me
I'm always surrounding
Dead Presidents III
Not to be confused with Growin' Pains III
Logic this Logic that, Logic sick, Logic wack
Logic just don't give a fuck,
like this
There's more ways you can use your time instead of
Looking for shit that you used to find
By the age of 16 ya finally come to grips
Livin life
When me'd a run town with mi gun inna mi short jeans
You deh a country a plant greens
So you wan' war bad man now?
By all means, when you ready,
wage is 16
July the 17th I'll be 18
I don't think I'll live till 19
People say I'm looking so much older than what I am
People laugh at me when I
But I don't smoke
with fakes I'm on the grind for papes/ Paint wet like a lake because I live high
stakes I want them acres and grapes butler folding
Imagine if we're already dead
Waiting to live, living in hell
Trying to cross over to
Heaven we're confusing ourselves
Planet earth's like Oceans 11
We're
I’m ready .
Get me a M and i put on the woes,
drenchin in gucci, my shoes and my clothes,
my niggas solid we live by the code
Rare rare rare i
firin' (Bow)
Drill it, air it, bro fire him
Leggies are dead, want more higher ting
(Ay, ay)
Stop that drink up, lock that linkup
Just by the flick of my
represent me
Dead fucking presidents that represent me
I'm out for dead presidents that represent me
Because I've never known a live one that represent me
a freezer
I met a cute bitch and she had some good bop
Made 10 bands at 16 I ran thru a-lot
Like Rocky I'm just tryna run to the top
Why hate on me when
I've been smokin' runts
I'm just tryna run it up
For Stenno we double cup
Long live broski hit him up
All these bitches wanna cuff and all I wanna do is
having to pay the price
Just tryna live my life
They ain't want nothing to do with me, and that fucked up my mind
Made me go harder in the long run, so I
Lie to me in my face
But why would you stab me in by back?
Prolly 'cause you thought I was dead
I resurrected, I'm back, hoe
Every time a bad bitch call
living on benefits
Being dead is a detriment
Understanding 9 books of testament
Written by the finest of specimens
Mathematics and 120 lessons
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