Death Lyrics

You ain't gotta say I'm the shit I already know

You wouldn't even say that you thought of it on the low

Try and stop me if you want but just know when it's time to go

Got me on my kanye I'm going out of control

Spazz out on my Meth n Red when I blackout

This my bread and butter to stick you up for your cash cow

Blast pow know you getting mad with a cracked smile

Cause I'll have the last laugh and that's when you lash out

Stabbed in the back by a pal or two

Shoot him in the face for the human race is a power move

Sing the song of those who doubted you I got a louder tune

Truth is hard to swallow make em choke on the undoubtable

I'm like rough sex with a rough neck

Feel me coming but no way in hell that I'd be done yet

Hater why you always looking down dont get upset

Love said ready for a darker time at sunset

Time

You will see life and death

Just go

Go

Why

Would you question your step

Just go

Go

People complain eating my brain bunch of zombies that I'm offing then I'm pleading insane

Who's gonna know?

Just the lord above the rest are part of the show

Everybody got em a problem that you should know

Or you shouldn't

Couldn't wouldn't 've ever put in

Feel like Jerry McGuire feuding with Cuba Gooden like

Help me help you

Help me help

Ok I lost it

Profit I'm back pocketing

Fat knot like a noose in a sad plot that is catastrophic

Anabolic mass top of the class yeah I have some knowledge

blasting off in a damn rocket animal Van Gogh it

I know it's Van Gogh

C'mon

Let's get on with the damn show

Make em say ho like lionel chillin with panthro

Fast forward

So fast ended up in the past whoa

Off your dad before little man born

Time

You will see life and death

Just go

Go

Why

Would you question your step

Just go

Go

So many killings I can not help it

Planet meltin

They say it's better to have loved and lost then I'm glad I felt it

But rather hellish if really thought about and you can't embellish

Splatter melons for caterpillars butterfly stand up yelling

Top of lungs

Obvious fun

Feeling like I'm 5 you duckin I'm hunting got me a gun

Uh oh!

Done with small talk and mumbo jumbo

Cutthroat like I'm Jay Rock when he was serving up gumbo

Stomach rumbling must mean I'm on the hunt again

Dont you dare go rushing running into the jungle I'm runnin it

So run it bitch

The chains go on the floor

Money come out your pocket just cause you hate on the low

And that life

Well...

Its mine give it

Reaching for the sky

This time

just isn't my limit

I've given too many chances with no disguise gimmick why sin or lie

Next life

Just try winnin

Time