I get on drugs and don't know how to feel
I lost a brother and I start dropping tears
Havin' nightmares with the demons
We livin' in hell, chasing dreams
Just trying to prevail to the means
I'm spending two thousand on some jeans
911 blood on the scene
How I'm always hearing emergency
My boys putting blood in the streets
Two horns on the head like a demon
Gotta pray to the Lord for the sins
Washing off all the blood on the hands
Spinning around on they block and do it again
All I need is a drop and then spin
It's blood and money on they hand
I still kinda rap and send ten
I'm in the trap, never lacking
This stick on my shoulder you know I'm blasting (stick on my shoulde)
You play with my gang, it's the wrong plan
We came from nothing, know what I'm saying (Homixide, Homixide)
I'm a grown man, not a lil' boy (Homixide, Homixide)
I play with choppa, yeah, not toys (not toys)
Flipping that bitch, makin' noise (flipping that bitch)
Rocking these shows with my boys r(ockin' that bitch)
I'm tryna manifest, yeah, my game
Back in them days, yeah, we ain't had a thing
F*cking these thots and they tatt my name
I double my cup to ease the pain
Mud, sip it, codeine, whip it
Huh, I'm talking 'bout purple rain (what?)
I get on drugs and don't know how to feel (what? What?)
I lost a brother and I start dropping tears
Havin' nightmares with the demons
We livin' in hell, chasing dreams
Just trying to prevail to the means (let's go)
I'm spending two thousand on some jeans (let's get it)
911, blood on the scene
How I'm always hearing emergency
My boys putting blood in the streets
Two horns on the head like a demon
Gotta pray to the Lord for the sins
Washing off all the blood on the hands
Spinning around on they block and do it again
All I need is a drop and then spin
Homixide Gang - DeathLOK Lyrics
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I get on drugs and don't know how to feel
I lost a brother and I start dropping tears
Havin' nightmares with the demons
We livin' in hell, chasing dreams
Just trying to prevail to the means
I'm spending two thousand on some jeans
911 blood on the scene
How I'm always hearing emergency
My boys putting blood in the streets
Two horns on the head like a demon
Gotta pray to the Lord for the sins
Washing off all the blood on the hands
Spinning around on they block and do it again
All I need is a drop and then spin
It's blood and money on they hand
I still kinda rap and send ten
I'm in the trap, never lacking
This stick on my shoulder you know I'm blasting (stick on my shoulde)
You play with my gang, it's the wrong plan
We came from nothing, know what I'm saying (Homixide, Homixide)
I'm a grown man, not a lil' boy (Homixide, Homixide)
I play with choppa, yeah, not toys (not toys)
Flipping that bitch, makin' noise (flipping that bitch)
Rocking these shows with my boys r(ockin' that bitch)
I'm tryna manifest, yeah, my game
Back in them days, yeah, we ain't had a thing
F*cking these thots and they tatt my name
I double my cup to ease the pain
Mud, sip it, codeine, whip it
Huh, I'm talking 'bout purple rain (what?)
I get on drugs and don't know how to feel (what? What?)
I lost a brother and I start dropping tears
Havin' nightmares with the demons
We livin' in hell, chasing dreams
Just trying to prevail to the means (let's go)
I'm spending two thousand on some jeans (let's get it)
911, blood on the scene
How I'm always hearing emergency
My boys putting blood in the streets
Two horns on the head like a demon
Gotta pray to the Lord for the sins
Washing off all the blood on the hands
Spinning around on they block and do it again
All I need is a drop and then spin
I lost a brother and I start dropping tears
Havin' nightmares with the demons
We livin' in hell, chasing dreams
Just trying to prevail to the means
I'm spending two thousand on some jeans
911 blood on the scene
How I'm always hearing emergency
My boys putting blood in the streets
Two horns on the head like a demon
Gotta pray to the Lord for the sins
Washing off all the blood on the hands
Spinning around on they block and do it again
All I need is a drop and then spin
It's blood and money on they hand
I still kinda rap and send ten
I'm in the trap, never lacking
This stick on my shoulder you know I'm blasting (stick on my shoulde)
You play with my gang, it's the wrong plan
We came from nothing, know what I'm saying (Homixide, Homixide)
I'm a grown man, not a lil' boy (Homixide, Homixide)
I play with choppa, yeah, not toys (not toys)
Flipping that bitch, makin' noise (flipping that bitch)
Rocking these shows with my boys r(ockin' that bitch)
I'm tryna manifest, yeah, my game
Back in them days, yeah, we ain't had a thing
F*cking these thots and they tatt my name
I double my cup to ease the pain
Mud, sip it, codeine, whip it
Huh, I'm talking 'bout purple rain (what?)
I get on drugs and don't know how to feel (what? What?)
I lost a brother and I start dropping tears
Havin' nightmares with the demons
We livin' in hell, chasing dreams
Just trying to prevail to the means (let's go)
I'm spending two thousand on some jeans (let's get it)
911, blood on the scene
How I'm always hearing emergency
My boys putting blood in the streets
Two horns on the head like a demon
Gotta pray to the Lord for the sins
Washing off all the blood on the hands
Spinning around on they block and do it again
All I need is a drop and then spin
Writer: Demetrius Chatman, Keyon Thomas, Steven Lewis
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: Homixide Gang
Language: English
Length: 1:39
Written by: Demetrius Chatman, Keyon Thomas, Steven Lewis