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today is a beautiful day to die

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Huh, they see the cars and the cribs And I see they face and they in denial I know that look when I see you We shake a B and shit, get suicidal Bringing that Ghost to the hood My picture up ten, like it's a revival (Skrrt) They know when they step in the North This shit can get deep, this shit can get tribal Get out the way (Let's go, let's go, let's go) Yeah, get out the way (What, what, what, what) Get out, get out the way (Let's go, let's go) Get out, get out the way (What, what, what, what) High as a bitch when I'm whippin' I'm cuttin' em off, they say I got road rage So many plaques in the crib, my face is all over like this a homepage I put them rocks on her body, now she like Wilma, she in the stone age Balenci' took over the closet, other designers, I had to donate I done lost count of the Oxys, all I can tell you is that I got no pain All of my shooters, they could never Lack, that's why they do X for cocaine Propane up in my truck and up in my Blunt, you know it's the same thing No, I can't tell you the time, but what I can tell you is that it's a plain Jane Tick, tick, tock (What) Tick, tick, tock Huh, find out, put the world on notice Too paid like the whole world owed us Too up, like who the fuck woke us? It's a shakedown now, we was showed up Get out the way (Get out, get out) Get out the way (Yeah, get out, get out) Get out the way (Get out, get out) Get out the way Get out the way, I'm tripped out Get out the way, I'm Get out the way, I'm tripped out Get out the way, I'm Get out the way, I'm tripped out Prometh', it got me clicked out Demons, they all in my head Controllin' my hands, they flickin' my whip out Demons, they all in my head And they ain't gon' stop until I go crash out I'm jumpin' out in the gym My arm on the rim, they pullin' the glass out Tellin' my bitch fuck on my face So hot, I be pullin' my mask down Too many Xans, I need me an Addy Feel like I'm 'bout to pass out I put my shooters on go But, yeah, they unload, then I get the last shout Look at him go, he bangin' his chest But, yeah, we all know he a mascot Tired of tellin' this bitch I'm fucked in the head, I'm never gon' snap out Yeah, call up the hearse Yeah, hold up, hold up, call up the hearse Yeah, somebody call up the hearse Somebody bring me a coffin Diggin' a grave in the woods My bitch is thinkin' I lost it All of my family dead All of my gang is opps I been makin' too much bread I can never be a commie Ten thots in the suite Ten Glocks in the lobby Cross tatted on my neck Tell the devil get behind me Get out the way (Let's go, let's go, let's go) Yeah, get out the way (What, what, what, what) Get out, get out Get out the way (Let's go, let's go) Get out, get out Get out the way (What, what, what, what) High as a bitch when I'm whippin' I'm cuttin' em off, they say I got road rage So many plaques in the crib, my face is all over like this a homepage I put them rocks on her body, now she like Wilma, she in the stone age Balenci' took over the closet, other designers, I had to donate I done lost count of the Oxys, all I can tell you is that I got no pain All of my shooters, they could never Lack, that's why they do X for cocaine Propane up in my truck and up in my Blunt, you know it's the same thing No, I can't tell you the time, but what I can tell you is that it's a plain Jane Tick, tick, tock (What) Tick, tick, tock (What) Tick, tick, tock (What) Tick, tick, tock