Thinking of the time, we would go to shows They called it HC, called it punk, it doesn't matter It was not violent and it was for the cause Taking a trip
Thinking of the time, we would go to shows They called it HC, called it punk, it doesn't matter It was not violent and it was for the cause Taking a
know it might just be your time to that ride Tto them pearly white gates watch that suicide [Vado] Who am I? nudy fly with a cutie pie Burning pot, turtle
can't cover their fear And he thinks he must be dreaming Lifts up his head, sees the sky is gleaming Heaven burns as red as blood And all they have
up scratched my nuts Rolled a swisher on the shitter Got blow then I light me up a cigarette The coolest flow coolio a movie roll Now I'm tryna head up to the lab I headed
? take it to my Mercedes Put the roof down like it was the mid 80?s Show my gas thinking I?ma drive you crazy Take a look at the time, Baby quit playing
a rehearsal, that's prepping me for death I think I'm ready, because this world ain't no friend of mine Only thing I qualify for, is murder and Penitentiary time
mind dyin Already got one foot in the grave, ain't shit for me to jump in Almost overdosin on codeine, heart barely pumpin I'm high all the time, straight
to find Sunshine, trying to make a million hustling got to dodge One time, I keep my head up even though I feel like giving up Sometimes, Keep your head
if I'm headed to prison Or headed to the grave, could it be I'm running out of time Feeling hopeless, I lost my mama then I lost my mind Will I heal in time
is lonely mess, cause most of These niggas be fake, and I can't stand phoniness Can't even look me in my eye, before they burn me up Two to the head,
no more us plus Sammy Lee it was a tragedy, your boo was found dead Here's my shoulder for you my nigga, rest your head [Chorus - 2x] This is where they all fall down Putting burners
and fortune or to get a head start But in the long run they will see That they are nothin else but victims of prophecy Time is running short, the world
thought on my enemies Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think
outta time, everybody's dyin Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure Why you let the police beat down niggaz I'm startin to think all the rich in the world
