Kick the chair with a nigga standing on it
Rope tied around my neck because i feel my soul is tarnished
Set a fire to my body
Watch it burn within the darkness
Demons waiting after death because a niggas living godless
I dont need a bible or a Koran to get through
Prayers didnt help me out as a kid
I got proof
Mom dukes still struggling
I'm on the block hustling
Acting like I got it for sale
But got nothing, it's a set up
Woke up, In a baggy T and fitted Jean's
Took a shot of some Patrón
And then I brushed my teeth
Breath still wreaked
Could give a f*ck it's coming from the drink
Ocean spray poured in the bottle
Now the colors pink
Walked out the crib to some bitch
Asking if I had the lean
Its a tróni trón bottle
What the f*ck you think
I could supply the lines
& not the activist
Sent within packaging
Blowing minds
I'm sure you will be back again
My kin could vouch
Uncle found it in the couch
Stuck his pinky in
& Proceeded to stick it in his mouth
Its numbing up
The same way my heart did
When I lost my father
Times were hard
But now they're harder
Departure has left me scarred up
Kick the chair with a nigga standing on it
Rope tied around my neck because i feel my soul is tarnished
Set a fire to my body
Watch it burn within the darkness
Demons waiting after death because a niggas living godless
I dont need a bible or a Koran to get through
Prayers didnt help me out as a kid
I got proof
Mom dukes still struggling
I'm on the block hustling
Acting like I got it for sale
But got nothing, it's a set up
At night time I shapeshift
Into death himself
Cross paths without the funds
You'll be In need of help
Or left for dead
I'm not playing games
Every mans for self
Grew up alone, I'll die alone
For now I'm raising hell
& raising guns
I'm sending shots without it dropping shells
Wont leave a trace
So I'm not worried about paying bail
If I get caught up wars declared on the opposing force
Most niggas think to toss the gun
I'll never take it off
Blaka, sending shots to a coppa
Blaka, sending shots to a coppa
Choppa spittin, sending shots to all
Opposition
God must really hate the way I'm living
Kick the chair with a nigga standing on it
Rope tied around my neck because i feel my soul is tarnished
Set a fire to my body
Watch it burn within the darkness
Demons waiting after death because a niggas living godless
I dont need a bible or a Koran to get through
Prayers didnt help me out as a kid
I got proof
Mom dukes still struggling
I'm on the block hustling
Acting like I got it for sale
But got nothing, it's a set up
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Kick the chair with a nigga standing on it
Rope tied around my neck because i feel my soul is tarnished
Set a fire to my body
Watch it burn within the darkness
Demons waiting after death because a niggas living godless
I dont need a bible or a Koran to get through
Prayers didnt help me out as a kid
I got proof
Mom dukes still struggling
I'm on the block hustling
Acting like I got it for sale
But got nothing, it's a set up
Woke up, In a baggy T and fitted Jean's
Took a shot of some Patrón
And then I brushed my teeth
Breath still wreaked
Could give a f*ck it's coming from the drink
Ocean spray poured in the bottle
Now the colors pink
Walked out the crib to some bitch
Asking if I had the lean
Its a tróni trón bottle
What the f*ck you think
I could supply the lines
& not the activist
Sent within packaging
Blowing minds
I'm sure you will be back again
My kin could vouch
Uncle found it in the couch
Stuck his pinky in
& Proceeded to stick it in his mouth
Its numbing up
The same way my heart did
When I lost my father
Times were hard
But now they're harder
Departure has left me scarred up
Kick the chair with a nigga standing on it
Rope tied around my neck because i feel my soul is tarnished
Set a fire to my body
Watch it burn within the darkness
Demons waiting after death because a niggas living godless
I dont need a bible or a Koran to get through
Prayers didnt help me out as a kid
I got proof
Mom dukes still struggling
I'm on the block hustling
Acting like I got it for sale
But got nothing, it's a set up
At night time I shapeshift
Into death himself
Cross paths without the funds
You'll be In need of help
Or left for dead
I'm not playing games
Every mans for self
Grew up alone, I'll die alone
For now I'm raising hell
& raising guns
I'm sending shots without it dropping shells
Wont leave a trace
So I'm not worried about paying bail
If I get caught up wars declared on the opposing force
Most niggas think to toss the gun
I'll never take it off
Blaka, sending shots to a coppa
Blaka, sending shots to a coppa
Choppa spittin, sending shots to all
Opposition
God must really hate the way I'm living
Kick the chair with a nigga standing on it
Rope tied around my neck because i feel my soul is tarnished
Set a fire to my body
Watch it burn within the darkness
Demons waiting after death because a niggas living godless
I dont need a bible or a Koran to get through
Prayers didnt help me out as a kid
I got proof
Mom dukes still struggling
I'm on the block hustling
Acting like I got it for sale
But got nothing, it's a set up
Rope tied around my neck because i feel my soul is tarnished
Set a fire to my body
Watch it burn within the darkness
Demons waiting after death because a niggas living godless
I dont need a bible or a Koran to get through
Prayers didnt help me out as a kid
I got proof
Mom dukes still struggling
I'm on the block hustling
Acting like I got it for sale
But got nothing, it's a set up
Woke up, In a baggy T and fitted Jean's
Took a shot of some Patrón
And then I brushed my teeth
Breath still wreaked
Could give a f*ck it's coming from the drink
Ocean spray poured in the bottle
Now the colors pink
Walked out the crib to some bitch
Asking if I had the lean
Its a tróni trón bottle
What the f*ck you think
I could supply the lines
& not the activist
Sent within packaging
Blowing minds
I'm sure you will be back again
My kin could vouch
Uncle found it in the couch
Stuck his pinky in
& Proceeded to stick it in his mouth
Its numbing up
The same way my heart did
When I lost my father
Times were hard
But now they're harder
Departure has left me scarred up
Kick the chair with a nigga standing on it
Rope tied around my neck because i feel my soul is tarnished
Set a fire to my body
Watch it burn within the darkness
Demons waiting after death because a niggas living godless
I dont need a bible or a Koran to get through
Prayers didnt help me out as a kid
I got proof
Mom dukes still struggling
I'm on the block hustling
Acting like I got it for sale
But got nothing, it's a set up
At night time I shapeshift
Into death himself
Cross paths without the funds
You'll be In need of help
Or left for dead
I'm not playing games
Every mans for self
Grew up alone, I'll die alone
For now I'm raising hell
& raising guns
I'm sending shots without it dropping shells
Wont leave a trace
So I'm not worried about paying bail
If I get caught up wars declared on the opposing force
Most niggas think to toss the gun
I'll never take it off
Blaka, sending shots to a coppa
Blaka, sending shots to a coppa
Choppa spittin, sending shots to all
Opposition
God must really hate the way I'm living
Kick the chair with a nigga standing on it
Rope tied around my neck because i feel my soul is tarnished
Set a fire to my body
Watch it burn within the darkness
Demons waiting after death because a niggas living godless
I dont need a bible or a Koran to get through
Prayers didnt help me out as a kid
I got proof
Mom dukes still struggling
I'm on the block hustling
Acting like I got it for sale
But got nothing, it's a set up
Writer: Kalil Andrews-Hamler
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid