If they ever tried to kill me I'd come back from the dead
Resurrect as an angel anoint with oil my head
Competition and crabs I can boil soil is fed
Reaching heights like I'm BOYLE we wasn't spoiled with bread
We wasn't spoiled with affection
Never had us no direction
Wasn't lookin for attention
Maybe weed and some prescription just to flip and get some lunch money
Dirty clothes, swag bummy
Still take yo main honey
Niggas is wolves hunting and u looking real chubby
Lookin like a lick
Boy you looking like dinner and I'm with a hungry clique
If you crawled out the gutter, why your finger nails clean?
If you scream black power, why your face so green?
If you ball so hard why your whole team lame?
If you real, what the deal? why you drunk off the fame
Why you dick ride boy, if you push big slabs?
Brag hard bout the past, but you can't make it last
Like Keith Sweat
F*ck a hazard cuz I am thee threat
You getting old and I just got my feet wet
I bring REBIRTH to the game at its weakest
I had to move to LA just to get it
Stay out my way I don't care how you did it
I make a lane out no way when I'm spittin
I got that gold like a temple that's hidden
Pass me the mic like a blunt when it's hitting
Yeah, I got that gold like a temple that's hidden
Maya Huyana - Back from the Dead Lyrics
Maya Huyana - Back from the Dead Lyrics
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If they ever tried to kill me I'd come back from the dead
Resurrect as an angel anoint with oil my head
Competition and crabs I can boil soil is fed
Reaching heights like I'm BOYLE we wasn't spoiled with bread
We wasn't spoiled with affection
Never had us no direction
Wasn't lookin for attention
Maybe weed and some prescription just to flip and get some lunch money
Dirty clothes, swag bummy
Still take yo main honey
Niggas is wolves hunting and u looking real chubby
Lookin like a lick
Boy you looking like dinner and I'm with a hungry clique
If you crawled out the gutter, why your finger nails clean?
If you scream black power, why your face so green?
If you ball so hard why your whole team lame?
If you real, what the deal? why you drunk off the fame
Why you dick ride boy, if you push big slabs?
Brag hard bout the past, but you can't make it last
Like Keith Sweat
F*ck a hazard cuz I am thee threat
You getting old and I just got my feet wet
I bring REBIRTH to the game at its weakest
I had to move to LA just to get it
Stay out my way I don't care how you did it
I make a lane out no way when I'm spittin
I got that gold like a temple that's hidden
Pass me the mic like a blunt when it's hitting
Yeah, I got that gold like a temple that's hidden
Resurrect as an angel anoint with oil my head
Competition and crabs I can boil soil is fed
Reaching heights like I'm BOYLE we wasn't spoiled with bread
We wasn't spoiled with affection
Never had us no direction
Wasn't lookin for attention
Maybe weed and some prescription just to flip and get some lunch money
Dirty clothes, swag bummy
Still take yo main honey
Niggas is wolves hunting and u looking real chubby
Lookin like a lick
Boy you looking like dinner and I'm with a hungry clique
If you crawled out the gutter, why your finger nails clean?
If you scream black power, why your face so green?
If you ball so hard why your whole team lame?
If you real, what the deal? why you drunk off the fame
Why you dick ride boy, if you push big slabs?
Brag hard bout the past, but you can't make it last
Like Keith Sweat
F*ck a hazard cuz I am thee threat
You getting old and I just got my feet wet
I bring REBIRTH to the game at its weakest
I had to move to LA just to get it
Stay out my way I don't care how you did it
I make a lane out no way when I'm spittin
I got that gold like a temple that's hidden
Pass me the mic like a blunt when it's hitting
Yeah, I got that gold like a temple that's hidden
Writer: Yah Huyana
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