open for straight vultures Everybody gotta go, everydays a day closer I'm soakin in my sofa, Reminiscin Tony coked up Life is fucked up, even when you blow up
Yo fuck that word up man Who you runnin' wit? Fuck that, who you runnin' wit? Yo, I'm goin' straight for your head to leave you headless Eyes of redness
just leanin and we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene just got some drank from that boy with that bird and you know we just hooked up on some syrup
beer if it's really just suds Nothin' there but the air in y'all heads Man, I'm fed dawg, I had it up to here I'm cuttin' you loose, fuckin' abuse I
: Word up. We got my man Loafy in the house. My boy Chris My brother Lo-Dogg, My brother Fry My lady, T., My brother Sean in the place. Yo what's up.
another nigga, Waitin' on a play to come through Chillin with my homeboys Plottin' on you Watchin movies how to come up quick Recruiting young niggas I can come up
break the mold It's a cool place and they say it gets colder You're bundled up now wait till you get older But the meteor men beg to differ Judging by
the human demise Absolute reign a malevolent mind Conceptions so vile in this bottomless soul Shooting up hate nothing beats the rush Total addicting, corrupt and profane Force fed
the mold! It's a cool place, and they say it gets colder, You're bundled up now, wait till ya get older. But the media men beg to differ, Judging by
cockin them two's back Same dudes namin', givin up news Gettin up on the stand, endin up on the news It's fucked up what that pressure'll do And you don
's a little bit different, the macho scuffles! O, as no one else I hate the Neanderthal Cause they fuck somebody else, so he's fed up Cause they hide
go... Im tired of struglin and husslin not knowing what for... 'cause see this life will get u fed up (fed up) Picture me telling my mom and dad to keep their head up
on tattoo weed and Hennessey Scream no limit to the enemy tryin' get my skrilla That's why they label, tag me a young nigga drug dealer And the Fed'
attention baby) As they thank the Lord the blind can't see Like a plague fed to the brain, deadly disease But it wasn't a sin, a sorry life in judging
' You better wake up Take up the whole make up Insert the data a matter of fact Scatter the chatter of every lop Who gather in flocks batter up The game
d hold you up and say to your mother This kids gonna be the best kid in the World This kids gonna be somebody better than anybody I ever knew And you grew up
and be so clear Toiled in the trenches, faced judges on benches Betrayed by some that I 'fed not to mention Standing here now in the best condition Up
, Goddamn, them niggas came up' That's right baby Life goes on and we up out this bitch hey Kato, Mental Y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up
