Sentenced to death, so no life matter to me...
The pastor be after me, like H's come after G...
We rise like tides, while hearing lies for tithes...
And I noticed, the eyes cries, when wise guys dies...
But Ima live on, Immortally there's more to me, morally to live long...
I write, what is wrong, and give songs...
More then a body sized message...
Which, probably I've read it...
Like Jada, Will Pink it...
The flavor, still drink it...
Gatorade made a hater fade...
Fade away, I said "Aye lil bae"...
She said "Hey lil jay"...
That ain't even my name...
I'm done playing, but I ain't leaving my game...
I boxed exes and my life went three-sixty...
Two Quarter boys, Tj and Curtis, He Fifty...
Cents, is what it made...
Rinse, don't cut and shave...
Unless you're brave, enough to cut loose like a blade...
But even then, would you trade, what you have made, to become a slave...
In the ways, of days...
Erasing the rays with graze, and praise...
During this phase of craze...
I'm puzzled with a maze to play...
Son.Wts - Murder I'm Writing, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Sentenced to death, so no life matter to me...
The pastor be after me, like H's come after G...
We rise like tides, while hearing lies for tithes...
And I noticed, the eyes cries, when wise guys dies...
But Ima live on, Immortally there's more to me, morally to live long...
I write, what is wrong, and give songs...
More then a body sized message...
Which, probably I've read it...
Like Jada, Will Pink it...
The flavor, still drink it...
Gatorade made a hater fade...
Fade away, I said "Aye lil bae"...
She said "Hey lil jay"...
That ain't even my name...
I'm done playing, but I ain't leaving my game...
I boxed exes and my life went three-sixty...
Two Quarter boys, Tj and Curtis, He Fifty...
Cents, is what it made...
Rinse, don't cut and shave...
Unless you're brave, enough to cut loose like a blade...
But even then, would you trade, what you have made, to become a slave...
In the ways, of days...
Erasing the rays with graze, and praise...
During this phase of craze...
I'm puzzled with a maze to play...
The pastor be after me, like H's come after G...
We rise like tides, while hearing lies for tithes...
And I noticed, the eyes cries, when wise guys dies...
But Ima live on, Immortally there's more to me, morally to live long...
I write, what is wrong, and give songs...
More then a body sized message...
Which, probably I've read it...
Like Jada, Will Pink it...
The flavor, still drink it...
Gatorade made a hater fade...
Fade away, I said "Aye lil bae"...
She said "Hey lil jay"...
That ain't even my name...
I'm done playing, but I ain't leaving my game...
I boxed exes and my life went three-sixty...
Two Quarter boys, Tj and Curtis, He Fifty...
Cents, is what it made...
Rinse, don't cut and shave...
Unless you're brave, enough to cut loose like a blade...
But even then, would you trade, what you have made, to become a slave...
In the ways, of days...
Erasing the rays with graze, and praise...
During this phase of craze...
I'm puzzled with a maze to play...
Writer: Keeson Coleman
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