Cnt Cht Dth
You can't cheat death
Alone
You used what is left
For your own
You can't cheat death
Alone
You used what is left
For your own
Do you think your well's deep enough for my body
This a hobby that stops me
From ending this pain in sternum
From brain matter burnin' for blood flow to cease
Be deceased to this grind of us human
See we Truman
Show up for the grooming of these kids
Getting lost in this shit
See im product of it
But keep it kosher lil motor
Hold the throttle right quick
800 number
No wonder i got no answers for shit
Just press one for some fun
Getcho yo happy equipped
Use a dollar to flip
Your frown into a crown
Be this hill that you die
Upon the highest of highs
Under the lord of the flies
See how the cannabis dry
Plunder the flag that chu fly
Nigga...
You can't cheat death
Alone
You used what is left
For your own
You can't cheat death
Alone
You used what is left
For your own
Dopamine had dream bout acquiring things
That's not solid
Lest we film happiness and crop it
Be the topic i die for
Still i feel like an eyesore
There be blood on my visor
Never bow to a kaiser
Lest they look in you the eye
A side of rye
When i pass on
This coffin be in fashion
Livin through the lashins
This holes never cashin'
Our bowl is everlasting
Yet our body die from passion
Is you smart enough to fasten your fate
Nigga...
Alone
You used what is left
For your own
You can't cheat death
Alone
You used what is left
For your own
Do you think your well's deep enough for my body
This a hobby that stops me
From ending this pain in sternum
From brain matter burnin' for blood flow to cease
Be deceased to this grind of us human
See we Truman
Show up for the grooming of these kids
Getting lost in this shit
See im product of it
But keep it kosher lil motor
Hold the throttle right quick
800 number
No wonder i got no answers for shit
Just press one for some fun
Getcho yo happy equipped
Use a dollar to flip
Your frown into a crown
Be this hill that you die
Upon the highest of highs
Under the lord of the flies
See how the cannabis dry
Plunder the flag that chu fly
Nigga...
You can't cheat death
Alone
You used what is left
For your own
You can't cheat death
Alone
You used what is left
For your own
Dopamine had dream bout acquiring things
That's not solid
Lest we film happiness and crop it
Be the topic i die for
Still i feel like an eyesore
There be blood on my visor
Never bow to a kaiser
Lest they look in you the eye
A side of rye
When i pass on
This coffin be in fashion
Livin through the lashins
This holes never cashin'
Our bowl is everlasting
Yet our body die from passion
Is you smart enough to fasten your fate
Nigga...
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Writer(s): Lance Washington
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