DEAD ALREADY Lyrics

(He talk a lot, he get shot up)

(.40 on me, watch out don't get popped)

(We high as fuck, we still got that za)

(I cannot relax, can't have enough)

It's suicide

I'm dead already

I hope that she miss me, yuh

Knew she wasn't with me

Two shots in, Miami ain't even tipsy, yuh

We on his block, we spin it up, up

He talk a lot, he get shot up

.40 on me, watch out don't get popped

We high as fuck, we still got that za

I cannot relax, can't have enough

He try be like us, try be like us

Let's give him a taste of what we on

Big body with the drugs all up in the trunk

Pass that ball lil' boy, you cannot dunk

Thought you was the one, yuh

I still want her bad, I still want her like a ton, yuh

Yes, I got them other hoes but they just for fun, yuh

I still got "I love you" on the tip of my tongue, yuh

It is not easy to be me, for real

For real

You hating, what's your deal?

I just got tapped in, you don't wanna know the spill

Yeah, I'm not numb enough Miami might just pop a pill

Yeah, yeah

I spend a band, make it right back

Red light attached, he don't want none of that

I got betty stuck on me like tack

Bro wanna slide, he don't know where I'm at

I'm with the gang, we just smack, smack

Hoes love me, 'cause my music is like crack

Ay, ay

My music like crack

Crack, crack, uh

Yuh, ay

I hope that she miss me, yuh

Knew she wasn't with me

Two shots in, Miami ain't even tipsy, yuh

We on his block, we spin it up, up

He talk a lot, he get shot up

.40 on me, watch out don't get popped

We high as fuck, we still got that za

I cannot relax, can't have enough

He try be like us, try be like us

Let's give him a taste of what we on

Big body with the drugs all up in the trunk

Pass that ball lil' boy, you cannot dunk