of dying Death already came and got me Cause I?m not living... I'm not living anyway... And who am i supposed to be? Everybody seems to see except for me
Translation: Thomas, Rosie. Death Came And Got Me.
Afraid of dying Death already came and got me Cause I?m not living... I'm not living anyway... And who am i supposed to be? Everybody seems to see except for me
to a couple n-ggas that I always win and I gotta get it again and again and again and I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul a n-gga
a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and
get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!! Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me down
hear me out there Can y'all hear me out there? Through blocks and boroughs, cops is plottin' Snakes slither while hustlers chop they product Foreign cars, exotic, got
up this shit get deep You know I'm smokin' the best, I ain't got to brag The young fly nigga with tha Georgia swag, yeah The seats swede so is the pipe And
You cured me of my death anxiety Only took you two tries Yeah, the head scene dropped the vaccine And I've chosen a very powerful penance I know it, girlfriend, I got
backed down and it ain't no time to start You must be death wishing, what's up? You know my steelo Got love with the illest of blacks and amigos Your
suits, black ties And they seek votes and you're not to be misled They'll kill you in your fuckin' bed, they don't sell dope Yo, excuse me, yes, they
E He said, "We got static, word, I just got out Punks tried to move at the club and we shot out Bullets everywhere" Okay what's the prob? "Ink got popped
A gun and a hand, plus an angry man, minus love Equals and me, the sky's blue and they rags Toe-tags and body bags, y'all feel me? Is it too real G?
light in you, it's dark Let me turn on the lights and brighten me and enlighten you I don't think you realize what you mean to me, not the slightest clue 'Cause me and
such a beach, its sandy all around me I came here with young money man, that's family all around me Im in my living room and I got Grammys all around me And
Eastside Long Beach greatest Criminal with style and boy you love that Sit back relax and let me drop another rap But this one's for the sisters and
you boys got a death wish? I beat a mothafucka uglier than Precious Real nigga, you can find me where the X is Whippin' in the kitchen, both hands ambidextrous Recession got
Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah hearin' me rap