Lyrics:
lair,
not a shred aware, watching rockets' red glare.
The next year I partied in a gentrified hood,
separate from the poor parts, protected by woods.
Live
gotten so close and he won't let it fade
And the reasons still haunt you for the mistakes you made
She says let it go, 'cause it's time for a change
But
Wake up in the afternoon
Many messages from the bitches from the night to noon, yuh yuh
Get my rocket fly to the moon
And now my life is mine, and I
really far
And you can’t reach them by car
So I wanna buy you a rocket ship
So you can go and see yo friends
Cause with a mind like that, girl
You gotta be
to come on out and deal with this
Next time they bring up the Gods, you gon' respect us
That lil' vest ain't gonna do you, I shoot from neck up
I ain't
hard not to rip it
For heads coming back like it's crack and they lick it
I burn mcs
Way beyond horrific
Tales from the crypt they
Kick that's
[Chorus]
As days go by
I'm missing you baby
Patiently waiting
For you
To hold you
To thrill you
To feel you
Tender kisses
Give you the love
the blue to kill it, these just tales from the crypt
Trust nobody, niggas fake and won’t do shit for me
Ironic, snakes don’t ever make history
I keep it
to rest in the crypts
From the hip, put to bed
Taught to think rationally
Underground society
Always captivated me
Third eye openly
Let me see, made me be
knights of Hell
Unleash their growing spite
Directing power forcibly
The fire of Hell is cast
Resurrect from crypts of Death
A demon from the past
climbing from under
Aiming from the top
Had to hustle
from drowning in puddles
Inspired by the roaches and other shit
Came with the struggle
Got up off my
steadily fallin I'm creatin em'
And its gettin colder your gettin older year by year
Never know when you gotta go far away from here
Listen here
Far far
scared to fight a G
For the life of me, I cannot see
How motherfuckers picture livin' life after a night of fuckin' around with me
And if you don't like
scared to fight a G
For the life of me, I cannot see
How motherfuckers picture livin' life after a night of fuckin' around with me
And if you don't like
I laugh at you fag-niggas with
Dyed hair and pierced lips
What kinda nigga from the hood is you?
I could name fifty niggas that's
As good as you
But
to stand
I come from the hood where they die for them bands
Eliminate 'em if they tellin' on me
93 you can smell it on me
Police they will never catch it
barbaric
Keep em slaving in a factory
Time to bury the hatchet and makeup for you
In a hurry, lipstick ratchet
Gaudy eyeshadow too
Face paint on for war
shift down witham
With west hull villains
You dote wanna say no to this
You just wanna float by the bits
You don't want hope for the kids
Wanna dope out
I’m so vicious
chasing riches with these dope ryhmes
Analytics move like a rocket that’s a straight line
Did it by myself
Don’t care if I get signed
on my sleeve
You can tell by the way that I write
It's one hell of a sweater
I put the nine on my back though
Tell it from how they reacting
I haven't
you know it ain't no prophet yeah
They made me miss the bankshot
And now it feels like my soul has deposit
I evolved from the pain
So you know it don't
The death calls are near
Awaiting this task battle at last
The worlds left to defy
Now's the time for you to die
Marching our way through the crypts
Smoking on dis dope
Finna take off like a rocket
Niggas don't got no money
That's why I'm out here styling
Youngin from the trenches
I used to be out
expect from rats
Bloods turn to crypts, Christians turn to Muslims Dependent on population
From day one I've been a civilian My position ain't up for
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