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Malachai Malicious
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Premonitions
Verse 1
When I reflect I think about my son I hate what i do but do it to get it done I make money off muthafukers who get spun The money stopped once I pinched the sack just for fun My girl said it best dont get high on your supply Either the dope or your boss will watch you die I fucked up now Im stuck in situations Bad habits brought character deframations I started slangin dimes then advanced to grams Got sick of giving most my check to uncle sam I never thought it would ever come to this I miss the days back when business was bliss Growing up i was sick and well defined In and out of jail and penetentiary time I slung product to have finer things in life I lost cars, I lost pads and my son and my wife Im enslaved in a grave that I dug for myself I let my habit get the best and spent all my wealth Now I aint got a muthafuckin thing to show All i got is this debt and a habit for dope
Chorus
Everytime I go to sleep I toss and I turn Should of seen this coming from the bridges I burned Premonitions keep me up most of the night The only time I relax is when my lungs take flight Repeat 2x
Verse 2
You know you fucked up when you cant re up Who'd trust a muthafucker caught up in product This cold fact came to me pretty abrubt I had a feeling my higher ups would errupt I used to have their trust now its long gone I caught wind that im through it wont be long I remember moms always said son stay strong I think about this taking tokes off a bong I contemplate how i became this weak Ive been having premonitions i'll be dead within weeks Im only ten grand in debt Will it be the death of me yet もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com I pray not cause I got mouths to feed Been smokin so much both my lungs bleed At one time cash money was my only need Now a certain substance became my only greed Everytime I wake up I know its all bad They hold my fate right in the palm of their hand Sooner or later judgment is where i'll stand God forgive my sins I never been a good man
Chorus 2X
Verse 3
I sense death singing my cell starts ringing My boss wants to meet. how many heads they bringing Shiiit Im at fourth and joy across from the church I look outside and see 4 muthafuckers perched Theres a knock at the door its one of my whores Unlock the chain with my glock prepared for war Wish I could of foresaw what was in store I just sold her a dub maybe she wants more I open up and 4 mutherfuckers rush in Adrenaline pumping circles of sin begin I unload 4 rounds aimed right at their face Jump behind the couch and put one in their place Heat rushin through my leg blood starts leakin I finish my clip what a hell of a weekend I reach for the other clip I hide on my side Reload run to the back like Im goin outside My ears ring and I see a flash of light I fall to the floor but still go with all my might I hold my glock tight and explode like dynamite I always said if I go out Im a go out right All I smell in the air is blood and gunsmoke What I wouldnt give for one last toke I look down at blood the whole floors soaked My whole body goes numb like muthafukin coke I hear footsteps it all fades to black I wonder what spot the lord will put me at Fates a muthafucker but then so is payback
(Gunfire)
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