Sleep is the cousin of death and shouldn't be trusted with you life.
Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive
She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight
My home is a dome, no escape time to pack the vape,
Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring
My life is stuffed with drama, arguements and screaming
You was up thirty, now your down fifty
Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely
And with each life lesson the more i tend to grow
You get your girl for something tight tomorrow
Rapping bout things that leave mark
Let me breathe hard like it was hard
You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill
Their life filled with strife trife, knife fights, and still,
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