Dead Men

Dead men, Dead men, all i see is dead men

I multiply my bread, man.

Fortify, my quarter fine, I was born to die

I got more alive as I thought i would

Jordan's fly, like I left the nest

That's the neighborhood

Fresh to death, this gone stay for good

I got papers due, shit I paid my dues

I don't fuck with you, I won't pay for you

My circle's tight, pay to view

Or maybe dat shit was pay for crew

Fuck that, boy we're way to cool

Check for temp, waiter school, ugh

Nobody in this game, that's bout to blow up like me, yuugh

Nobody knowin my name, they can't flow just like me, yuugh

I mean, nobody bout to be sprayin, keep grittin' your teeth, yeah

If you aint a bitch in the street why is you bitchin to me? hoe

I got an addiction to me, I'm addicted to Gee, uhh

 

All i see is dead men, I wonder how they see me

Dead men on TV, working for some CE,

Oh shit, you thought I was bout to go off, yeah

Fuck all you bitches I'm bout to blow up

And fuck all my stitches, I came from the cut

and fuck a conviction boy I'mma just say what is up

You know dat I always feel down

She likin' the way that I'm feelin her down, yeah

I came for the gold boy I came for my crown

You came for the sound and you stayed for the sound

I got like nothing else, I just stay to the ground