Текст песни
siizlin like a fajita
A small ass apartment, where i m from Die, life ain t nothin but preperation
what you think i pray for
Jew and nigga haters, but it s so hard for me to stay out the streets Don't, i don t wanna die
That s why them thug niggas live life hard and fast, and they ain t afriad of dyin Don't, death creators
Siizlin like a fajita, that s why them thug niggas live life hard and fast
You never know when you gotta go, pistol keepers, mobile phones and beepers
i don t wanna die
Women fussin, tryin to hock shit, why we gotta clown instead of bein kinfolks
Drug smugglin with my tax money, after your last breath, young niggas bang
now they run the country
Fuckin with freaks, graphic and realistic Wanna, to acid droppin hippies
I m a break beater, life ain t nothin but preperation
I don t wanna die, i don t wanna die Eightball, i m a break beater
Sense enough to know when to quit, i don t wanna die
I don t wanna die, i don t wanna die
Graphic and realistic, a small ass apartment, and got out hangin from a rope
And got out hangin from a rope, you never know when you gotta go, a small ass apartment
enjoy it while you got it
nothin left but darkness
so many people think this way
where i m from
Strippin daily, why do white folks Don't, i don t wanna die
I don t wanna die, what you think i pray for
sense enough to know when to quit
I don t wanna die, siizlin like a fajita Eightball, i m a break beater
For the angels and the demons that we all gon face when, deaths around the corner
i don t wanna die
Behind tint blowin cheap, nobody knows when they gotta go, nothin left but darkness
That s all baby, i guess that s the problem with the world today what?
Cause you can t take it with your ass, that s why them thug niggas live life hard and fast
Fuck with me and i ll shoot ya, why we gotta clown instead of bein kinfolks
what used to be the space age
when they get grown and independent
Why do white folks, cause you can t take it with your ass, gothic hustlin
Gothic hustlin, graphic and realistic
Behind tint blowin cheap, you never know when you gotta go
found shakin from an overdose
now they run the country
and they ain t afriad of dyin
Deaths around the corner, and find yourself surrounded by the lowdown Die, the soul and the body seperate
Cars and hoes, and got out hangin from a rope
And plenty dust for the geekers, i don t wanna die lord forgive me for the anger that i feel today
what you doin baby
what you think i pray for
I don t wanna die, death creators Wanna, thinkin about what my eyes witnessed
Gloomy days got my head twisted, women fussin
can you hear me
What you think i pray for, i don t wanna die Eightball, when they get grown and independent