man ima die alone, lonely with a hole in my soul sorta like poker when you fold, wearin hot furs in the cold man ima die alone, you feel the greed all in my bones excuse my religion for the cash, how long will it last? I see the future in my weed bag, man ima die alone the bitches even said on the phone, im in the zone in my own home i spit it like a cobra, im right over yah shoulda my zodiac signs in yah mind till it's ova man ima die alone, man i can feel the hands of the gods they come when i open tha koran, cause even when i'm gone man get an ipod, man it'll let you know that im a kappa not a don man god khan, i spent years like my last days here i work it from the back, to the front, to the rear yes dear a real rap cats in the buildin before i leave tell me how yah feelin, man ima die alone
Equipto:
You can't creamate me down to the ashes don't wanna see my momma cryin' over a casket now fast i like man my life's like a party envisions of me diein like im were cindy and marchy(?) i was real deal razor, playin through all the drama from coke deals high heels all of the karma, comin back every breath fufilling a slow death although you know i can't expect anythin less i was the front line just to fight your battle like the chay at the bay, it's just me and my shadow i handle it till im gone, and old with arthritis the grinds and the hustles drugs and all nightas i went through all the static, hoes and automatic back to back cravin the bad habit, drugs you know ima tell it all on the microphone and i feel it in my heart ima die alone
Andre:
Die alone it might be a reala cou de thai imagine if you heard every rhyme man picture every line man touch every fine ass dime man magic on the tire make em shime man ima die alone, its just like the bullets and the chrome your there but your really not at home you hear the death tone through the phone laugh and yah gone, everything right i get wrong man im the vegas type, man what the paper like man holla back homie when you get yah paper right man ima die alone, roll in a benz all alone wrapp me like a mummie, egypt pharoah man sock it to my pocket like a rocket forever deeze words i keep my photo in your locket man sweet as cotton candy, or even jolly ranchers the fo fo matters cause its about pink gathers man im alone, i can't put my wings on my own i look like an eagle when they get fully grown on the ropes, the gods say roll up the dope and like stacey lathersahl hit ever note till im broke, man even tho it's butta they say yo soul retreats to the gutta with all the othas, no happiness shown they show you from the gate baby you can die alone
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