Ryochi Doji
East side BR, born and raised
Got callus for days
Mental and physical
Shit that makes a brave one
Dead boys creeping in the background, my choir
225 graveside, where many expire
But I rather aspire
To break them chains and help them get away
Help them make a name
This shit's a trap and we know it
A burden for the many men and women
I wanna free the children, but we're all lifeless
Living in the land of no opportunity
Could you blame
Niggas totin' sticks and grabbing a mic just to make a name
Gotta make the most of it
Lifestyle is troubling
Obstacles are humbling
Nigga, this a song for the dead
Trying to get your money right
Stuck up in the head
How we gonna eat tonight
Song for the dead
A song for the lifeless
Yeah, this that ready for war shit
Fireflies grave back from 1988
Skin melting to the concrete
That southern heat
We reaching for the same ceiling
Cut down by our knees
Washed by them waters, but it still feels like hell
So I burned the whole book
Built my own canal
New leader of the failures and the lost, to no avail
Keep my composure
I'm likely to get too violent
My words will shatter your carcass
And then we step on you rotten
Any nigga wanna try
We put tears in his eye
Bury in the mid city
We watch the family cry
Shake the hands of the father
Supply the mother with hugs
We don't come off as psychos but don't test none of us
Knuckles filled with them teeth
Demons running amuck
Succubi on my lap, and they ain't giving a fuck
Say we here for the show
Them niggas stay talking tough
Bitch
Living in the land of no opportunity
Could you blame
Niggas totin' sticks and grabbing a mic just to make a name
Gotta make the most of it
Lifestyle is troubling
Obstacles are humbling
Nigga, this a song for the dead
Trying to get your money right
Stuck up in the head
How we gonna eat tonight
Song for the dead
A song for the lifeless
Yeah, this a better flex
Yeah, yeah, this a better flex
Get them diamonds out my face, this a better flex
Nigga, put them dollars in the bank, this a better flex
Yeah, this a better flex
Yeah, nigga, this a better flex
Get them diamonds out my face, this a better flex
Put them dollars in the bank, this a better flex
Got callus for days
Mental and physical
Shit that makes a brave one
Dead boys creeping in the background, my choir
225 graveside, where many expire
But I rather aspire
To break them chains and help them get away
Help them make a name
This shit's a trap and we know it
A burden for the many men and women
I wanna free the children, but we're all lifeless
Living in the land of no opportunity
Could you blame
Niggas totin' sticks and grabbing a mic just to make a name
Gotta make the most of it
Lifestyle is troubling
Obstacles are humbling
Nigga, this a song for the dead
Trying to get your money right
Stuck up in the head
How we gonna eat tonight
Song for the dead
A song for the lifeless
Yeah, this that ready for war shit
Fireflies grave back from 1988
Skin melting to the concrete
That southern heat
We reaching for the same ceiling
Cut down by our knees
Washed by them waters, but it still feels like hell
So I burned the whole book
Built my own canal
New leader of the failures and the lost, to no avail
Keep my composure
I'm likely to get too violent
My words will shatter your carcass
And then we step on you rotten
Any nigga wanna try
We put tears in his eye
Bury in the mid city
We watch the family cry
Shake the hands of the father
Supply the mother with hugs
We don't come off as psychos but don't test none of us
Knuckles filled with them teeth
Demons running amuck
Succubi on my lap, and they ain't giving a fuck
Say we here for the show
Them niggas stay talking tough
Bitch
Living in the land of no opportunity
Could you blame
Niggas totin' sticks and grabbing a mic just to make a name
Gotta make the most of it
Lifestyle is troubling
Obstacles are humbling
Nigga, this a song for the dead
Trying to get your money right
Stuck up in the head
How we gonna eat tonight
Song for the dead
A song for the lifeless
Yeah, this a better flex
Yeah, yeah, this a better flex
Get them diamonds out my face, this a better flex
Nigga, put them dollars in the bank, this a better flex
Yeah, this a better flex
Yeah, nigga, this a better flex
Get them diamonds out my face, this a better flex
Put them dollars in the bank, this a better flex
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Writer(s): Korey Dotson
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