God Bless The Dead (prod.DJ FORGOTTEN)

DJ FORGOTTEN

Luke White on the beat

You ever seen a ***** hung with a gold chain?

I'd rather sing about the same things that we claim

Such is bashful, but ****** like the task force

Mobbin' on the streets and robbin' stores in ski masks, bruh

****** ask for peace in a riot and bring violence

'Cause it's a game of cat and mouse and you gon' bleed silent

What's the justice in sayin' **** it and grab the pump?

Then kill a woman with many children makes you a chump

Look at all the stores you wreckin', ***** I reckon

Think about the people who own it for about a second

I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs

This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair

But yo, you'd rather hear me say, "**** black prejudice!"

"Let's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant!"

Views and etcetera, knives thrown

Damage 'em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold, oblivious

I won't dare say that you should stop the ******' ignorance

Murder ops, killin' shit , I'd enjoy the thrill of it

Bath in blood of officers, different corpses, offin' 'em

Auction 'em, don't you bark at 'em

Murder 'em, never heard of 'em (Biggie)

Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream

On the drug scene, **** a football team:

Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen

Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!

I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up

So school I didn't show up, it ****** my flow up

Mom said that I should grow up and check myself

Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself

Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it

Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it

Rap was secondary, money was necessary

Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary

C74-Mark 8 set me straight

Not able to move behind the great steel gate

Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?

All the money I stacked was all the money for bail

That's right, bwoy, it's goin' on, right here

Thug Life,

God bless the dead

God bless the dead and buried, *****, don't worry

If you see God first, tell him shit got worse

I ain't mad, I know you representin' the crew

And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew

**** the world, pain was a part of the game

If you a baller, money went as quick as it came

My role models gone or they locked in the pen

Straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind

The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie

Sayin' shit don't stop, *****, no pity

We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams

Money makin' ************* plot scandalous schemes

In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind

I was addicted to tryin', never meant to do time

My epitaph will read "was the last of G's"

Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed

God bless the dead (that's right, that's right)

God bless the dead