Lyrics:
Congruent with an evil
An irregular human could not be like me
I give a fuck, I'll rob a zombie
And put some nickle in his
Back on my chainsaw mats
Cause I'm
older in age I'm honestly not afraid
Of people, because we're all the same
On this earth, until I'm in a grave
You'll lose ya life living doing work just
it and get paid again
Left my books to be a crook, left my job just to rob
How ya gonna tell Flea how to live when times get hard?
Be myself, so I did,
I creep by moonlight
I hide when the sun starts to rise
I sleep with the dead things
I have holes instead of eyes
I have no heartbeat
No blood
to god
They ain't working no jobs
If i drop "RAGER" the city gon MOB
Remember "Massacre", i still got the mops
Still living dead wrong, just fucking
Dead Like a zombie
Mob mentality
Meant to rob men mentally
The enemy of my enemy
Is a good friend to me
Strength in numbers
Hear the roaring thunder
From
Intro
Hey, what's up? This is a true story, about a girl I know.
Not like Return of the Living Dead was a true story, this is... there's been no
fighting
Plug pulled up when I ran out of wok
Call that good timing
Placed a hit on Friday he was dead by Saturday
Spiderman ain't here to save you
Imma rob
ayy
That shit fam ayyy
Grab man rob man run with his keelos
Pound dollar lira we need those
This pack be loud it fuck up your head
Zombie crow I'm
started getting harassed by some thugs that were deeply disturbed
They wanted to rob the boy for his pair of converse
I know it sounds absurd
But the truth
Twinnee’s
So when I release its bars building a jail in my girls womb it’s prison break when my babies come out they will be in series
They talking fashion
don't plan too far ahead
Behind bars or dead could be tomorrow, damn
Pray and hope it'll all be fine
Feels like we're living on borrowed time
Trying
with my prescriptions
And my demons
Are depicted
By the evil that everyone lives in
I ain't different
But I'm different
I'm trying to change my
When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood
Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast
Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body
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 grabbed
that's a no
I came a long way from serving by the store
We going up, going way far
Keeping all that za in a jar
Im stashing all these racks in a drawer
I'd
money, Dead faced presidents
She ask me why the fuck I'm high all the time
Bitch this my medicine
I just get by
I live day to day on otha shit
I just get
dinner
Bumping Lil Rob y’know neighborhood music (Y’know)
This that California living bitch get used to it
California living man you know how it be
Just
enough is it somethin' that I'm doing
I made it through the night but too bad all my friends are dead
I've survived the worst of it the first zombie
living in a time like this
Time like this
I can finally waste time
To travel is to live, but when I'm home I'm so alive
And I've been 'round the globe
calling me a bad boy, shooters by my side imma turn you to a dead boy, yeah switch blade with a new name, coming at your boy I cut him up like fish fillet,
hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
You gotta live and let die
Some say this ain't the life to choose
Rage is
ended cuz I got Distracted a Zombie with ADD
Dead but want to be everything
Save everyone for price
Just to fuck my life
Raw and dry
Finally close my eyes
Hard living straight
When every nigga skew
What a meme with a purse
Got to say to a King with a verse?
That could quench the world thirst
Soul search
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