Lyrics:
Every day goes by and every night the same,
I sit and think of how I'm so much
Further away from you.
Every time I wake, I'll slowly mark the day,
Everybody treats me like uh I'm the anti-christ
They want to kill my momma for giving me the life
I'm on my tree they say, I walk a different way
Get
to graph the life to your name
And you know it's not yours but for now it's okay
You wake and cut your initials in cheap glass
To mark a space for
out my mouth
To shoot out myself and walk out of this world
To sort out my life and go out for myself
To snatch out a stock with no contingency fee
sight
Light breaking through the night sky
My God broke chains by His Might
That Might might for you be right
If your gonna lay down what's your life
I'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot
+Assassinate+ the +Soul+ and bring life
A fascinatin flow by King Trife, listen
I'm in a fucked up
Don't know what's wrong with me, life don't belong to me, I'm twisted
But please don't talk to me, I want my privacy, I'm different
My ex still
You’re making your mark, you’re lit by a spark, it’s a walk in the park
But what can I do, what can I do?
when the night falls and turn their love into
should've stayed in the closet
Ya life is like a mock trial (order order)
Like havin a phone with no-one to dial you claim that (?) is your pile
I'm organizin
the mark or surely die
To buy or sell, must be affixed
The Antichrist, Six Six Six
Ushering in the End of Days
Destroying those who've lost their way
umm
(What?) I'm the anti-Christ (Really?)
They wanna kill my mama
(Why?) for givin' me the life (Right)
I'm out my tree they say
I walk a different way
Know wе seen him, know we dropped him
Run up on him, got me coughin'
Hе got a problem, we solve 'em
Get on the mic and talk about my life
In that AMG, we
Talking on em gram
And I would kill Nigga well just to have a dad
I go by milo hit a nigga in the back if that hoe is a pimp
Witness on that scene wanna see
20 to life
My brother been serving it could have been me
I served a few days, I was back on the street
Surrounded myself with these hobos and addicts
Take the mark or surely die
To buy or sell, must be affixed
The Antichrist, Six Six Six
Ushering in the End of Days
Destroying those who've lost their
rockin' skrilla
Paper chasin' never ends
I be 45 and still slangin' rocks out the Benz
I'ma pimp by blood
And a Ryda 4 Life
And I'ma ride 2 da end
Dumpin'
and golden state warriors, that ya gotta be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20 to life, in a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to get
There are too many stones
And life is just made of glass.
Mark the words of the fool
He will tell you the truth, oh so cruel.
You say and I
the new dream
Follow the way of the secret life
Silently graze archaic dimensions
On water and over wind
The god of woods call his sons,
Enraptured by
all you mark ass bitches
Now stay your ass behind doors and out of my business
What you sniffing, thinking you could walk up
You best kick rocks or your
a killa that stalks
a pimp wit that walk
let me shake my ashes as this THC ignites
Khayree turn the beat up an pass the weed to fix your sight
Down by the river junior year
walking with my girl,
and we came upon a place
there in the tall grass where a couple
had been making love
and left
life that
I should be ashamed for
8 hour shifts in the snow, by the same store
Dope fiends bobbin there heads
With a vien tore
Walk with the steel
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