Deceased Lyrics

They thought I was finished, I'm still out here in these streets

Hellcats, Trackhawks, SRTs I know they still hating on me, they want me

Deceased I been getting money, I can do this in

My sleep

I'm from that avenue, that's why I can't

Quit buy my mom a house, put a Rollie on

Her wrist Bad bitch said she for me, but she tryna

Fuck my friend I can't trust a soul, that's how niggas

Dying quick Turn on the stove, we still trappin' on the K

Ever since Bookie died, I been out the way

Tryna get some money, you might see me state

To state I hate being sober, I might pour me up some

Drank

They thought I was finished, I'm still out

Here in these streets Hellcats, Trackhawks, SRTs

I know they still hating on me, they want me Deceased

I been getting money, I can do this in my sleep

This shit ain't new to me, he killed hisself, turned hisself to a memory

I can't beef with niggas, broke niggas don't even fear me

I'm so uptown, I'm on 48 with a switchy Fuck the other side, you either with me or

Against me That go for bitches too

Y'all be thinking y'all be slick, y'all ain't bulletproof

Hanging out the window, brr, brr, how my shooters do

Cause the same shit they'll do to me, they'll do to you

They thought I was finished, I'm still out here in these streets

Hellcats, Trackhawks, SRTs I know they still hating on me, they want me

Deceased I've been getting money, I can do this in

My sleep They thought I was finished, I'm still out

Here in these streets Hellcats, Trackhawks, SRTs

I know they still hating on me, they want me Deceased

I been getting money, I can do this in my sleep