Young King - Life Of Sorrow 2 Lyrics

Pull up
Pull up
Pull up

Pull up with the beams
Sippin' lean straight codeine
No caffeine
Guess what I'm a f*ckin' fiend

Glock on me laser beam
Shoot em in his f*ckin' spleen
No money but I got hella green
Collar greens for the team

Slam my wrist and let it bleed
And I'm waiting hella shit
Makin' it articulate
This beat is heaven sent

Pray to God not to the
F*ck
Life of sorrow know tomorrow
Check my soul, it's really hollow

Sniffin' coke, there's no tomorrow
Smokin' J's with my G's
Lil' bitch, this ain't ABC's
I won't f*ck cause it's TD's

Got that bitch straight outta Cali
Constantly callin' me daddy
And you know she got a fatty
Dropped the pin and sent the addy

Makin' money, got the caddy
Slit my wrist with no knife
Suicide might take my life
Suicide might take my life

Suicide might take my life
But I'm only 16
DMT in my lungs
It helps me just to see things

Clearly I can see
What the f*ck is goin' on
Israel's some pussies
And they constantly droppin' bombs

West Bank Soldier
7-4
I'm
Young K