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Gun shots to my dome, with my mind on survivin
Red beans in my house man this shit is so extreme, then somethin wakes me up i open my eyes, i believe in good times havin peace fun
Tomorrow s the big day gotta get my rest, just your average tombstone
He gon die if i live, little did i know they had night vision goggles in, i m sorry that i chose the life under the curse
now my face is all wet i know it ain t sweat
i m all alone
Shots started rangin i was tumblin divin, this is the price that you pay when your ballin
in the closet
In the closet, hit the floor start crawlin, usually i keep a black glock on my dresser
I m sorry that i chose the life under the curse, i m sorry that i chose the life under the curse
Jackers in my home, but how did they get the spare key to my crib Mexican, i ll be dressed in a suit finally goin to church
I m sorry that i chose the life under the curse, dove out the window but i started seein stars, i m sorry that i chose the life under the curse
just your average tombstone
He could barely talk, then somethin wakes me up i open my eyes, i m sorry that i chose the life under the curse
Gun shots to my dome, he gon die if i live, dreams of the cream
Where i keep my mossberg, just your average tombstone
45 g s out of town, i m sorry that i chose the life under the curse
Really thinkin nothin of it, never speak another word
Spitin blood like venom, gun shots to my dome
Somebody s in my house, dove out the window but i started seein stars, i kill the messegers now i need who sent em
Just your average tombstone, saw his right leg flyin it knocked down my lamp Mexican, i ll be dressed in a suit finally goin to church
I m hearin someone whisperin sayin los s i m a getcha, tomorrow s the big day gotta get my rest
Nothin to fancy, enemies on different teams
Never speak another word, nothin to fancy, now it s my turn to make a deposit
Gun shots to my dome, cause she caught a damn cold her whole body s achin
If a shoot out breaks, i saw em dressed up in all black wit the mask
I m a die like a man homeboy i ain t trippin, in the closet, lick buyin tres
My girl said that she couldn t make it, jackers in my home Mind, i saw em dressed up in all black wit the mask
I m all alone, guess where i was at Mind, gun shots to my dome
Usually i keep a black glock on my dresser, nothin to fancy
Gotta make it to the closet, i m hearin someone whisperin sayin los s i m a getcha, enemies on different teams
When they saw me on the floor boy squeezed on the throttle, i knew they was comin for the birds the cash
he could barely talk
now my face is all wet i know it ain t sweat
But how did they get the spare key to my crib, now it s my turn to make a deposit Jackers, jackers in my home
Saw his right leg flyin it knocked down my lamp, i m all alone
spitin blood like venom
Saw his right leg flyin it knocked down my lamp, runnin out of time Park, they say shoot for the stars