Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead
Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead
Fuck you, i'm a subject without my permission
Don't need any assistance, gotta lead the mission
Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,
There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers
Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you
Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,
I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed
Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead
So you can follow, or pretend to lead
Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead
The last of a breed, that won't ask for the lead
Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red
Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead
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