Lyrics:
a better day to die
An angel came by my side and gave me the kiss of life
And washed away in the tide
Lets take a ride down Mulholland drive
In
[ Supreme ]
Welcome to Bucktown USA
[ Tek ]
Yeah
Smokin on some of that sticky icky for my nigga
I said for my nigga who do that joint back there
[Slim Thug]
Say P, man the other day, boy I'm at the club, mane with this broad or whatever. I walk in, I see her
talkin' to some dude or whatever
and round
(These are the days of our lives)
But I wish it would stop and let me off right now
(These are the things we must go through day by day)
We
Dreams of being illy, young nigga from Philly
I wanna be a goat so I gotta touch a billi
Seen some crazy things when the city ain't chilly
But
Claus, but see
Love will rule reign supreme)
Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th! (You got it!)
When Cupid knocks at your door
You can't ignore
éses that'll kill you at your job
I got some looters by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure shit official
Big Whos and Day
they walking
I'm fed up wit my enemies
Tryna get me to bleed
To take a plea
A L, no that ain't me
I'm lyrically next to MC's
Inspired by Em, see
That's
But the Angels I got are breaching alarms n keeping me safe so I grind from the south n Back just to get paid
Even if that means I'm digging my grave
Hauelewi Kwanini it's telling to me
Slim by the waist she ain't drinking no tea
Bad to the bone she a savage for me
You can put in the work there's no
the morn to the dusk
I wanna do something but guess I'm lacking the touch
Trust
I don't recognize
Life inside my reckoned eyes
Blinded by my stress anxiety
mistreat em
Never worked at lids a day bitch this ain't no cap
Protected by ghetto angels bitch I feel like nocap
Thumbin through these blues I ain't gotta
demon
Dropped a couple kins, they got done for some treason
Backed out the ching and I left a couple lesions
Pitch black nights, I'm never by my lone
[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
you don't like (shit you don't like)
Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me about your favorite rapper
If it's some shit he didn't write
the last red drop leaked out
Destroying angels
I knew you so well
Destroying angels
No lies will you tell
No lies will you tell
Some things they
I stopped by Dillard's, grabbed a pack of Polo t-shirts
They were slim fit, I got a slim bitch
But that ain't my bitch, don't even know why I
Ghost is tryna show me Ghost things
He's grabbin the cow by the nose ring
And I forgot about those things
Just let the Angel's voice sing
I'm blowin Holy
Mhmmmmmmmm
Rip to my brother (No Kizzy)
Long Live Milt
I remember days in that sandbox
Days in that sandbox
Days in that sandbox
I remember days in
avenue, caught a homi
Trap-a-holics, what's happening?
The Brick Squad youngin' Slim Dunkin snap that muh'fucka back, Squad
They can't tell you
here gettin paid paper cuts the only pay cuts
God's the only judge know it's coming any day but
The shit we done we take it to the grave we don't say
the future's just a waste of time
Don't wake up one day and half your life has passed you by
Don't die, inside you're not dead yet, you're still alive, alive
Supreme
Designer shit made for the weak
Taking some xans for you weirdos
Taking a flight up to Glasgow
Snowy it matches my skin tone
Bro get the fuck out
(Uh, Six Mill) East coastin', try to hide..
[Chorus: U-God]
All the pain inside
I had to face it that one day I'm gonna die
That's why I try to keep my
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