LYRICS



A nigga never been as broke as me 
Smokin sour jammin some B.I.G, Biggie
And Ain't ready die 
Look in a nigga eye
And see his life after Death 
This my life after death
Put my heart and soul in music 
This my life to the Death
Bonnie and Clyde 
She was wife to death 

Do us part
Now we apart cause it's best
And She boarding a plane prolly headed out West 

And I'm spitting out this pain cause it's heavy on my chest, chest x3
& She telling me fame was the cause of death 
yeah, What's left

Red Margiela vest
The lights is brighter then ever now
Parties on the top floor 
You always let her down
She just send a text
I grin and just accept the frown
Champagne sparkles Red carpets and leather gowns
You wanna live this fucking life forever now
Soul Luva Da Vinci I paint the pictures now 

Better slow it down
Don't let the evils consume
Gotta know how to move when the Devils in the room 
Success smells good 
When d evils the perfume 
So Pour Homme 
For the poor homie
When you get money they say don't forget ya poor homie
Money never made me equal
Welcome to the sequel
Soul

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the lord my soul to keep
keep keep

If I should die before I wake

Please take my soul

My soul

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the lord my soul to keep
keep

If I should die before I wake

Please take my soul

My soul

money & d’evils

Our Father,
Who Art in Heaven,
Hollowed be thy name,
Thy Kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
On earth,
As it is in Heaven.
Give us this day,
Our daily bread,
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us…



Yeah, I’m going back in

For niggas who hated on me 
Congratulations you wack 
Fuck introducing myself
These niggas know that I'm back
From one of the 4th largest cities that's on the fucking map
Started in the closet wit rap
Now they pay me for spitting facts, uh 
Shaking hands and givin daps, what else
Niggas still hating, could miss me with all of that 
They was laughing  
Like All that, all that
Calling all day
Never got a call back, ah

It was the hit the road jack
And don't ya come back 
No more, No more, No more 
Now it's 4 whores
On the top floor
Waiting for you
The whole fucking game been waiting for you
They mention ya name
And the haters they can't ignore you

Scared of the lights
Don’t be scared of the nights
Critics is all hype 
Spit the real and they adore you
- Soul 

Lead us not to temptation,
Deliver us from evil.
For thy is the Kingdom,
The power,
The glory,
Forever…


Amen x6