Is This the End? (feat. Whiteye$)
Dropping these bodies we leavin them layed on the floor
We reaping your souls
Searching for gold on the road never sold till
My end
I'm sin
I'm win stay inhaling the smoke til
I lift out my ditch mother fuck all you snitches Get washed up like dishes
These bitches stay wanting and wishing a killa Would pull that shit back there's an itch on the Trigger I call up my hittas
No changing hoe
Sith till the death we don't fuck with you foes,
Haters get closer your life almost over you Pushing your luck when you all out of clovers Get left in a choker I'm sick never sober Straight lies to my eyes all I see now I'm older I Stick with my gang I'm the one Evil soldier Ahead of my time all you pussies move over
All on my lonely
I'm gripping the forty
I'm seeing the demons that
Calling up on me
Telling me that
This life is just a fuckin dream
All you sleeping I'm creeping with reasons
I'm bleeding and feening and never repeating
These suckas
I'm beating and leaving
They better be gettin the meaning
When leaving them grieving
$ITHGANG hoe
Paving the way we don't fuck with you folks
Cloning I'm all in the moment
I'm stolen
I'm golden
I'm coasting and rolling
Most of you suckas ain't know where you going
I'm blowing on potent for ones that don't know Me
I'm carrying myself for the ones that just throw me
Tired of phonies that saying we homies
We reaping your souls
Searching for gold on the road never sold till
My end
I'm sin
I'm win stay inhaling the smoke til
I lift out my ditch mother fuck all you snitches Get washed up like dishes
These bitches stay wanting and wishing a killa Would pull that shit back there's an itch on the Trigger I call up my hittas
No changing hoe
Sith till the death we don't fuck with you foes,
Haters get closer your life almost over you Pushing your luck when you all out of clovers Get left in a choker I'm sick never sober Straight lies to my eyes all I see now I'm older I Stick with my gang I'm the one Evil soldier Ahead of my time all you pussies move over
All on my lonely
I'm gripping the forty
I'm seeing the demons that
Calling up on me
Telling me that
This life is just a fuckin dream
All you sleeping I'm creeping with reasons
I'm bleeding and feening and never repeating
These suckas
I'm beating and leaving
They better be gettin the meaning
When leaving them grieving
$ITHGANG hoe
Paving the way we don't fuck with you folks
Cloning I'm all in the moment
I'm stolen
I'm golden
I'm coasting and rolling
Most of you suckas ain't know where you going
I'm blowing on potent for ones that don't know Me
I'm carrying myself for the ones that just throw me
Tired of phonies that saying we homies
Credits
Writer(s): Eugene Gutierrez
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