Lyrics:
rites for human-kind.
From their ashes, a cimmerian nebulae rose
and engulfed the goat-forsaken fields
of the devil's dead earth.
a shroud woven by
Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, soo woo I live it
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes
Half
street mentality?
That would be me!
Who let you live cus you comedy?
That would be me!
Who bring that rock star energy?
That would be me!
Start drama
Look at you, a star
And you, a wife
And isn't life a splendid thing?
And here we are
To see the sights
And sing
To sing?
And of course,
on eight xans
Shawty I'm a punk star
I know you don't believe me
Probably dead by twenty three but that's just how it has to be
on beast mode
My niggas winning
Some blue doc and some weed smoke
My niggas winning
We still live by the G code niggas winning
My niggas winning my niggas
Warmer waters and some me time
It could all just burn away
Give me color gimme grey
Live it all love in the meantime
By the seaside
Since I left the east
If I love you right or wrong Ima ride to the end
On my side we don't pretend I was raised by made men
Knew the game by age of 10 that's when my uncle
to my Cuzo seid
He long gone, but ain't never dead
By God's will, he took seid
By God's will, he blessed seid
I know it hurt, but it's okay to cry
It's
afraid yet.
I see patterns of light in the dark.
When the red opens up, there's a star.
In the sensory cave that you made I lie awake.
I'm still awake.
Out guilty verdicts in blood
These words that I live by
One day I might die by make my mom cry
Will this shit get worse for me
The CIA murder me
For
Shit I been doin' my thing
Swervin' from lane to lane oBN
To be honest, I be thuggin' by my lonely
Niggas be hatin' so I keep
This thirty stick
Lincoln continental
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
Lizzie
They're tryna tell me she's dead
I'm out by the ATM
With a couple of lady friends
I'm out by the ATM
With a couple of lady friends
I'm out by
I'm straight, I'm cool
Got the whole 500, drop dead old school
Live by the G Code nigga, I don't break no rules
And when I was in the streets I ain't
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
Remember house parties, kissing in the dark?
Man that was innocent fun come on
NOW don't start
See dawg I live by the Spirit so I don't gratify
All
antaxion
Elbowed with a vacumn pure death MC's with closed captions
Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling dervish
Or the dead and dumb
[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
to live our lives gotta Stay happy
What happened yeah I'm asking you What happened
This world going to a dead end cause We're killing all our legends
the surface
Nothing higher than horizon
Nothing tells me that here I should stay
When I can leave this place
A dystopian dead place
What is there to live for
If
dead
Her human asked for guidance
For he lived on a thread
So she hung him from a star then laid him still on his bed
To Die
Agostinho listen, you have
dead
Her human asked for guidance
For he lived on a thread
So she hung him from a star then laid him still on his bed
To Die
Agostinho listen, you have
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