Letra Death is not an option Heems

Death is not an option

I’m from that 456 line, that cocaine bread time
Razor blades rest on my tongue, cutting curfew shit
I’m from the slums, let me serve you
Real cause my verkal, ill bring the hearse through
Killers papis murk you, kill cold shoulder
How I build motor roller, ringing still with that old flow
Dope jo, chop that work, coco, snow cold, icy
My quarter’s real pricey, hide the crack up in my socks
Now it’s stinking up my nikes
I got bars, hit this converse, chucking up this dirt
Motherfucker loading s case
Nah right, got that bitch like now right across the draw
Should have paid attention to your blindside
Tenbo, mob life, second coming broadlife
Spanish harlem, on the way the watch heights
Love by, 10 but, mob life, second coming god like
Spanish harlem, on the way the watch heights, love by

Slap it to fly the whole mouth, tell em I told you, tell me I hold you
See me coming out the bodega with a dutchie and a jumble way a jukebox
Looking tight bummy in my 2 socks
Y’all soft, all off, I go raw dog on a bitch
Y’all go soft on a bitch, ride till I’m rich, fly as a bitch

Death is not an option, I come back and haunt them
Fuck it if they want it, can’t see em cause he on one
Bust that ill shit, head explode, leave that bitch bloody in the road
Me that shit, dummy check the flow
You don’t wanna test the water
Death shark, death shark, blood in the water
Fuck you mad bitch look he a goner
He try, he die, he lie
He not like me
Me, me, me, it’s all about me
Me, me, me, that’s a vocal warm up

I’m on that ash tray, I’m on the pke
The best brain she freak with me, frequently
Everybody love me, I’m raining
I’m sonny bordee, I don’t need a reservation
Ok then, I’m wasted, geeked and I’m spacing
We dot em blazing, and e that it’s ...
Codeine and some cake and we freaking and shakin
My seeds actually tasty, cream that we wasting
G is I’m baking, reaching the space ship
Prayin that I make it, Greece for vacation
Seems they vacating, keep them placated
East and they say shit, to me that I’m slaying
It’s probably, probably, purposely weighting
Seems like its’ pavement, concrete solid
Pictures of bacon, hole in my heart
This is keeping swaying.