Lyrics:
you start choking
You are a slave to the circumstance death is approaching
Guns drugs slugs
Multiplied by thugs in the slums
Headquarters of corruption
to kill
Now I'm aimin' to maim 'em to death
Done shovelin' shit you can go
Shove this here bitch
I've gotten used to shoveling crap
Hide your kids, hide
Even God knows the rules of time do not apply to lovers
Thy powers by day can be eclipsed when they go under their covers
Above and all around them a new
the stoop, niggas was blazing off the roof
My man tumbled down the basement steps
Grabbed him by his shoulder, turned him over, looked in the face of death
a kid my father used to tell me that
If I ever did music to not talk about death
Because all artist that would talk about death would either die young
the trap
If the Lord call, who got the phone for callin' him back?
Things are man-made, why don't you tell man to do that?
Buy he can't, so I'ma stay
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell your mom it's going to be okay
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell the world what happens our way
(Whoa,
the cash cause it passes by
Like a life of LAB
Or a lap of the fastest five
Quick dash when I crash the ride
Never will I cab with a nigga who ain't ever
thinking of high school
How my old crush is now willing to bang
I see my old friends asking for spare change
Thinking damn life really changed
4 AM I stay
are
And the third second and first is when the welfare kicks in
We joined by nothing
'Cause your ???
Drinking
Buying crack
Go for drugs again
And it
young nigga
Yeah, and it's just like that
LBC out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
My rearview mirror's vibratin' cause my
coulda died by Alice's
That was coke spot on the 6 floor
I thought for sure my neighbor was Born with no jaw
Conscientious objector
Crazy shot is she
Hated
that be that Windsor Park
I jus stay up in the dark
Young nigga I got scars
We in the hotbox
Yeah we stoned to bone
This shit nothing
Man I'm going
asking for no reason
Balance sheet liquidity decisions, stay away from the guns unless it's for fun
I don't ever sell a lot of drugs
Dancing with all
alive
And I know that's not how it would go
I know the actual mess that death leaves behind
It just gets bulldozed in a panic by the living, pushed
trips, in July
Turo Teslas for the drive
Stay blessed, yall know
Need it to sustain life
Its ya man Sam and,
I aint here to waste time
Is it on us
Race
If there's somewhere to be found
Its when the sun goes down
Days go by aye
These days go by
An I often wonder why
They never stop to say hi or even
his sins
Stumble stagger drunk, looking for a cab
Think about you’re the lady who you want to grab
Lives cut short, and the devastation
Go back
of?
Youngsters on the corner goin dub for dub
You can't tell em, cause ain't nobody payin em mo'
Lost in the thug life, gone for sho'
Too many young
Button your lip, baby
Button your coat
Let's go out dancing
Go for the throat
Let's bury the hatchet
And wipe out the past
And make love
Button your lip, baby
Button your coat
Let's go out dancing
Go for the throat
Let's bury the hatchet
And wipe out the past
And make love
told me be careful what you do
Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
And mother always told me be careful who you love
Be careful what you do
is real is real
I done seen a cat lose his life
I done seen my mom lose her mind
Escape death like so many times
I live for Christ now living life is
anyway
(I guess it's why you're dead to me)
I give you my heart
I guarantee you'll be the death of me
If you want to leave
Then I ain't begging you to stay
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