More life, more death, or more prison
Only God can judge me by the way I'm livin
Incarcerated for less, with a stiffer sentence
I don't have a degree, but I can handle business
More life, more death, or more prison
Only God can judge me by the way I'm livin
Incarcerated for less, with a stiffer sentence
I don't have a degree, but I can handle business
What's the proposition from the opposition?
Stolen expeditions for this ghetto exhibition
No fisticuffs, are you really tough?
Let me see what's up, untuck the heater tucked
To watch you run and duck
Then, trip once your body struck
Bloody chucks from the DPs
Disciplined street G's
That's known for good gas like BP
Screamin' go-go after shots like in DC
My music get around like records and CDs
We be the revolution, never televised
From the southern side
With multiple ways to make a mother cry
Like make her baby die
Hail Mary
Got niggas walkin' on water
They buyers be f*ckin' crazy
Wet, misguiding babies
Grab this pistol shorty
Smoke before this mission
You won't see him till he 40
That fully loaded 40
Ended a couple stories
Went in as a minor
He'll return with some grays surely
More life, more death, or more prison
Only God can judge me by the way I'm livin
Incarcerated for less, with a stiffer sentence
I don't have a degree, but I can handle business
More life, more death, or more prison
Only God can judge me by the way I'm livin
Incarcerated for less, with a stiffer sentence
I don't have a degree, but I can handle business
Through these trials and tribulations ain't folded
I never follow sheep with the shepherds
Because I'm goated
I'm still my only opponent
Read between the lines
It's therapeutic I wrote it
On the road to success
But the plates and the whip is stolen
Lawd
These ups and downs
Don't come with no elevators
Hard to tell now cause we elevated
Looks is deceiving
Went through all the bullshit
I can smell the hatin
I merged every kingdom
We delegatin' Round table
Gang shit
Just tryna find balance, not a sound statement
I'm not
You gotta feed the wolves if the hounds raised you
You do
Heavy as the head, don't let the crown change you
You better
It's Mek, collabo
Taa Shon - More (feat. Mek) Lyrics
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More life, more death, or more prison
Only God can judge me by the way I'm livin
Incarcerated for less, with a stiffer sentence
I don't have a degree, but I can handle business
More life, more death, or more prison
Only God can judge me by the way I'm livin
Incarcerated for less, with a stiffer sentence
I don't have a degree, but I can handle business
What's the proposition from the opposition?
Stolen expeditions for this ghetto exhibition
No fisticuffs, are you really tough?
Let me see what's up, untuck the heater tucked
To watch you run and duck
Then, trip once your body struck
Bloody chucks from the DPs
Disciplined street G's
That's known for good gas like BP
Screamin' go-go after shots like in DC
My music get around like records and CDs
We be the revolution, never televised
From the southern side
With multiple ways to make a mother cry
Like make her baby die
Hail Mary
Got niggas walkin' on water
They buyers be f*ckin' crazy
Wet, misguiding babies
Grab this pistol shorty
Smoke before this mission
You won't see him till he 40
That fully loaded 40
Ended a couple stories
Went in as a minor
He'll return with some grays surely
More life, more death, or more prison
Only God can judge me by the way I'm livin
Incarcerated for less, with a stiffer sentence
I don't have a degree, but I can handle business
More life, more death, or more prison
Only God can judge me by the way I'm livin
Incarcerated for less, with a stiffer sentence
I don't have a degree, but I can handle business
Through these trials and tribulations ain't folded
I never follow sheep with the shepherds
Because I'm goated
I'm still my only opponent
Read between the lines
It's therapeutic I wrote it
On the road to success
But the plates and the whip is stolen
Lawd
These ups and downs
Don't come with no elevators
Hard to tell now cause we elevated
Looks is deceiving
Went through all the bullshit
I can smell the hatin
I merged every kingdom
We delegatin' Round table
Gang shit
Just tryna find balance, not a sound statement
I'm not
You gotta feed the wolves if the hounds raised you
You do
Heavy as the head, don't let the crown change you
You better
It's Mek, collabo
Only God can judge me by the way I'm livin
Incarcerated for less, with a stiffer sentence
I don't have a degree, but I can handle business
More life, more death, or more prison
Only God can judge me by the way I'm livin
Incarcerated for less, with a stiffer sentence
I don't have a degree, but I can handle business
What's the proposition from the opposition?
Stolen expeditions for this ghetto exhibition
No fisticuffs, are you really tough?
Let me see what's up, untuck the heater tucked
To watch you run and duck
Then, trip once your body struck
Bloody chucks from the DPs
Disciplined street G's
That's known for good gas like BP
Screamin' go-go after shots like in DC
My music get around like records and CDs
We be the revolution, never televised
From the southern side
With multiple ways to make a mother cry
Like make her baby die
Hail Mary
Got niggas walkin' on water
They buyers be f*ckin' crazy
Wet, misguiding babies
Grab this pistol shorty
Smoke before this mission
You won't see him till he 40
That fully loaded 40
Ended a couple stories
Went in as a minor
He'll return with some grays surely
More life, more death, or more prison
Only God can judge me by the way I'm livin
Incarcerated for less, with a stiffer sentence
I don't have a degree, but I can handle business
More life, more death, or more prison
Only God can judge me by the way I'm livin
Incarcerated for less, with a stiffer sentence
I don't have a degree, but I can handle business
Through these trials and tribulations ain't folded
I never follow sheep with the shepherds
Because I'm goated
I'm still my only opponent
Read between the lines
It's therapeutic I wrote it
On the road to success
But the plates and the whip is stolen
Lawd
These ups and downs
Don't come with no elevators
Hard to tell now cause we elevated
Looks is deceiving
Went through all the bullshit
I can smell the hatin
I merged every kingdom
We delegatin' Round table
Gang shit
Just tryna find balance, not a sound statement
I'm not
You gotta feed the wolves if the hounds raised you
You do
Heavy as the head, don't let the crown change you
You better
It's Mek, collabo
Writer: Tyshon Mclaughlin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid