Back from the dead
That's what he said
Murder for high
Pay him his bread
Life is a bih
You live and you die
Dying to live
Only to die
Where is the love
Covered in drugs
You reek what you sow
Get Money get mo
Life is a bitch
Get back from my hoe
Back from the dead
That's what he said
The truth is too much
You can't handle that shit
I'm tryna be nice
But life is a bitch
Getting that money
My palms gone itch
Playing ya game
Calling ya bluff
Talking my shit
Holding my nut
Who gone be around
When that cash all gone
I'm writing my wrongs
Put'em songs
I'm misunderstood like King Kong
Callis ah vet
These niggas my pets
You giving her money
You pay for the sex
Boy you a bitch
Not of my kind
Writing these rhymes
Killing my time
Pray the lord don't sell my soul
That money gone
They all gone fold
Pray the lord never sell my soul
The money gone
They all gone fold
Back from the dead
That's what he said
Murder for high
Pay him his bread
Life is a bih
You live and you die
Dying to live
Only to die
Where is the love
Covered in drugs
You reek what you sow
Get Money get mo
Life is a bitch
Get back from my hoe
Back from the dead
That's what he said
All alone on his own
In his house he is not home
You are not welcome
Somebody help him
Somebody freeze
Gimme all the cash
Bad bitch
Got a lot of ass
Pray the lord
I don't overdose
Back from the dead
Do ya believe in ghost
I'm real bitch
This ain't a joke
You fake niggas
Yeah f*ck ya feature
My album sell I bet beat ya
Your rhymes whack
That's facts though
Can't f*ck with no "Lamo"
All about my business
God's gift on sacs 5th and she don't speak no English
Young black and I'm devilish
Back from the dead
That's what he said
Murder for high
Pay him his bread
Life is a bih
You live and you die
Dying to live
Only to die
Where is the love
Covered in drugs
You reek what you sow
Get Money get mo
Life is a bitch
Get back from my hoe
Back from the dead
That's what he said
Yea, welcome to the album on some new life shit
Alright