Antigone
On W Keefe Ave
I became a streets grad
Never been one
For the trends and the fads
Or the glits and the glam
Or the lights and the brag
I was 17 years old when i seen a Extended mag
I was 18 years old when i got caught With that sack
But it's ok i made it back
Uh
Nigga was lost
Uh
But it's ok i made it back
Rose from the dead with my heart Intact
Can't feel my lungs it's smog in that
Lose my mind it's fog in that
On the other side where the party at
See you when i make contact
Lay it up i draw contact
She want to be in my contacts
Met my nigga des and i turned my Life around
Got some thorns got a crown
Tell this bitch to wipe me down
Draw contact and do em foul
Keep my word i made a vowel
Aye
I smoke O everyday bitch im made of Vowels
Smoke it all i need more loud
Pull up to a place to purchase a thing From this person we some nouns
Put it on my face lil bitch i'm really Tryna drown
Got these labels on my dick
Cause they know a nigga lit
Got some blood on my hands
I can't wash that shit
Seeing niggas dying i swear i can't Watch that shit
Take a sip of the gin
I lose consciousness
A nigga feeling damaged
A nigga feeling damaged
I don't know what my problem is
I stopped fearing consequence
Drinking till i'm out of it
Smoking till im out of it
Aye
Antigone
Antigone
This life is a tragedy
I'm in love with catastrophe
Baby don't be mad at me
Antigone
Antigone
This life is a tragedy
I'm in love with catastrophe
Baby don't be mad at me
I became a streets grad
Never been one
For the trends and the fads
Or the glits and the glam
Or the lights and the brag
I was 17 years old when i seen a Extended mag
I was 18 years old when i got caught With that sack
But it's ok i made it back
Uh
Nigga was lost
Uh
But it's ok i made it back
Rose from the dead with my heart Intact
Can't feel my lungs it's smog in that
Lose my mind it's fog in that
On the other side where the party at
See you when i make contact
Lay it up i draw contact
She want to be in my contacts
Met my nigga des and i turned my Life around
Got some thorns got a crown
Tell this bitch to wipe me down
Draw contact and do em foul
Keep my word i made a vowel
Aye
I smoke O everyday bitch im made of Vowels
Smoke it all i need more loud
Pull up to a place to purchase a thing From this person we some nouns
Put it on my face lil bitch i'm really Tryna drown
Got these labels on my dick
Cause they know a nigga lit
Got some blood on my hands
I can't wash that shit
Seeing niggas dying i swear i can't Watch that shit
Take a sip of the gin
I lose consciousness
A nigga feeling damaged
A nigga feeling damaged
I don't know what my problem is
I stopped fearing consequence
Drinking till i'm out of it
Smoking till im out of it
Aye
Antigone
Antigone
This life is a tragedy
I'm in love with catastrophe
Baby don't be mad at me
Antigone
Antigone
This life is a tragedy
I'm in love with catastrophe
Baby don't be mad at me
Credits
Writer(s): Kenny Morningstar
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