That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet
My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.
You already know you're dead
Well shit... she bled, on the bed,
The bills kept raising the stress, i remember waking from bed
This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head
Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for
I feel ready. i run it into the ground tire out and put that shit to bed, mumble your
Blah! they're dead and joined the same death bed as their daughter,
If its not couture, i will not go to her
I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck
The bills kept raising the stress, i remember waking from bed
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
I work hard for everything i get
Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead
How the thort of you gets me outta bed
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