Everybody gone die
Really miss my bro so I do it for ki
SometI'mes it be hard but I can't just stop
I'm baby trap nigga I keep ah Glock
Street nigga turned rat having talk with the cops
Dead Mann
It's gone be ah dead Mann
All I see I see is red Mann
Monsters in head am I wrong I want em dead
SometI'mes get hot so stay wit ah fan
Been had ah Ten we done ran thru some bands
Love really hate Ion want no friends
I'm on drugs ion care what saying
Dead Mann I want em dead
Yo bodie get thrown in casket you diss on the gang for thinking I'm playing
He dead
And these niggas chasing these bitches
It won't bout money I won't even ask
Chop hold 60 she tucked in my pants
Ina f*ck up yo life if you gI'mmie ah chance
I'm dream murder and switches
Gotta get high just to back to bed
Every nigga just wanna talk till i charge ah band
I lost my brother and i lost my dad
I'm chasing racks had to get of my ass
F*ck all that talking make hI'm drop his flag
I really care i just always I'm mad
Till i get rich god them niggas dead
I wanna win but it what it is
If her baby got ah gun then we killing her kid
Karma ah bitch i ah accept what give
But this just how I live
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Everybody gone die
Really miss my bro so I do it for ki
SometI'mes it be hard but I can't just stop
I'm baby trap nigga I keep ah Glock
Street nigga turned rat having talk with the cops
Dead Mann
It's gone be ah dead Mann
All I see I see is red Mann
Monsters in head am I wrong I want em dead
SometI'mes get hot so stay wit ah fan
Been had ah Ten we done ran thru some bands
Love really hate Ion want no friends
I'm on drugs ion care what saying
Dead Mann I want em dead
Yo bodie get thrown in casket you diss on the gang for thinking I'm playing
He dead
And these niggas chasing these bitches
It won't bout money I won't even ask
Chop hold 60 she tucked in my pants
Ina f*ck up yo life if you gI'mmie ah chance
I'm dream murder and switches
Gotta get high just to back to bed
Every nigga just wanna talk till i charge ah band
I lost my brother and i lost my dad
I'm chasing racks had to get of my ass
F*ck all that talking make hI'm drop his flag
I really care i just always I'm mad
Till i get rich god them niggas dead
I wanna win but it what it is
If her baby got ah gun then we killing her kid
Karma ah bitch i ah accept what give
But this just how I live
Really miss my bro so I do it for ki
SometI'mes it be hard but I can't just stop
I'm baby trap nigga I keep ah Glock
Street nigga turned rat having talk with the cops
Dead Mann
It's gone be ah dead Mann
All I see I see is red Mann
Monsters in head am I wrong I want em dead
SometI'mes get hot so stay wit ah fan
Been had ah Ten we done ran thru some bands
Love really hate Ion want no friends
I'm on drugs ion care what saying
Dead Mann I want em dead
Yo bodie get thrown in casket you diss on the gang for thinking I'm playing
He dead
And these niggas chasing these bitches
It won't bout money I won't even ask
Chop hold 60 she tucked in my pants
Ina f*ck up yo life if you gI'mmie ah chance
I'm dream murder and switches
Gotta get high just to back to bed
Every nigga just wanna talk till i charge ah band
I lost my brother and i lost my dad
I'm chasing racks had to get of my ass
F*ck all that talking make hI'm drop his flag
I really care i just always I'm mad
Till i get rich god them niggas dead
I wanna win but it what it is
If her baby got ah gun then we killing her kid
Karma ah bitch i ah accept what give
But this just how I live
Writer: TRAP MONEY
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