Psst! Psst! Yeah! Are you afraid to die? What do you want to live forever? Tell me what's wrong? They wanna bug me when you're worried I'm losing my mind to 10 of parallel I'm nine and my bitch is blood Falling the beaches and my guilt I pray to the Lord but he ignores me You're fortunate to cause a guilt Show me your miracle of hope It's I'm joking off parallel I smoke with every talk It's like I'm losing focus Falling asleep while I'm in service With what I doubt Go have a paranoid nervous To cause a high Don't mention funeral's stress And go and know A reminiscent bottle of niggas That murdered my buddy I wonder when will I be happy Ain't nothing funny Flashbacks of bus and caps If you think for money Where am I throwing out this cup? Can't not to save My next plan Averse has been covered With undercover's But I'm surprised in the mail By hope to get it Happy birthday, bitch You know you shouldn't Did it? Everybody's dying in my next Who cannot trust? For maybe Jesus And then look at me before they bust Or will they kill me while I'm sleeping? Shoot you to the air While I'm in bed You can blur down my satin sheet And they have a full of Paula Gencies, bitches, studies, bitch I love busy every time I call her Dance and tell her me to visit Who else is home? I take the house before I bone So we all alone After another hit the highway To see you later It's all a play It's whilst the fly Where you're niggas Play the Bitches telling all the homies Let I could fuck her like No other now The mother bitches want to bone me I'm under pressure Get you drunk Somebody help me I drink a fit the hit To see I don't think it's helping I see my enemies They creepin Don't make me blad I watch the five-o's Rollin' mother fucks It's bad, buy me like they know Smiling I say laugh I put up my middle fingers Then I dash Mickers don't like me Cause I'm thugging And every day I'm a husser Lookin' to get paid They want the fuck in me with work No need to lie I pray to God I don't scream When it's time to fly No way to rest some loosey homies Ain't that a bitch When I was rich I had clopped That one niggas lonely I put the fish into my head And say a friend I see bitches up in bed Lord, are you there? Can you tell me in my locks Cause some loons I thought I had friends But in the end a niggas die Blown in the middle No way to run No macepp And no one cares A close cat's get up My funeral And no one's there Because they're a future full killer I changed my weight But still that don't promise me the next day So I say thuggin' with a passion Go at my blastin' I'm bustin' on these motherfuckers in my mad They wonder if I'm hair bad Well, hair can't be worse than this Cause I'm in hell now Don't make me hurt you, I don't want you But I will See, see motherfuckers killed over phone bills You ever will I die? I'll be back Reincarnated as a motherfuckin' mac A lezzin' cause in heaven There's no shortage on jeans I'm tellin' you mad You motherfuckers don't know man You don't know I escaped the path I escaped the path I escaped the path