H × H
Title | H × H |
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Artist | IsaiahThe3rd |
Album | Wanted |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | Born as a criminal Allegedly I still got ties to the underworld The grimiest visuals Friends slipped out of my hands like Mirio Cartoons and cereal To black and white suits, too many burials This ain’t mercurial Losing a kid’s a common scenario We found them niggas, bitches Can’t get em now, that would be snitching Fuck, give it some months And nobody knows who did it, listen, listen I keep it clean, green screens, playing a role Schemes, dreams, playing the mole Say my goodbyes then time to go I do not lie in my raps, I know the facts gotta act Lived a few lives in the past, ain’t going back R.I.P. Dezzy and Jaz, Triple and Raf Kids killed for their flags Good and the bad Prolly learned from Uncle Sam, going out sad Triple X you for some Louis V No post credits when they end your film Went from what that even gotta do with me To Pete Petrelli with the empathy Yeah yall died for nothing The devil out here working OT Everybody gotta stand for something Y’all niggas living carefree The day that I go, hope that I’m buried in gold The day that I die, who gon play Monster Reborn? Heaven or Hell? Truthfully nobody knows Overexposed, death always comes with a rose Highs followed by lows The day that I go, hope that I’m buried in gold The day that I die, who gon play Monster Reborn? Heaven or Hell? Truthfully nobody knows Overexposed, death always comes with a rose Highs followed by lows What is the answer? People be loving to stunt Only do it for the cameras Watch who you passing the blunt I be thinking I’m a renegade I be hiding all my accolades You might find me on a escapade Making Bills on a Sadderday I don’t get scared, had to learn life isn’t fair, I know that nobody cares Always prepared cuz I got so many fears, seeing my people in tears Learned how to rob—beating the odds, in and out jobs Taking from snobs—feeding the poor, call me Lupin Spoke to the preacher Took my donation Then judged my demeanor Not a believer My admiration Goes to the reaper I learned from Jesus Even your mans will deceive ya I need a beysus To help me come back when I’m ethered You might also likeThe day that I go, hope that I’m buried in gold The day that I die, who gon play Monster Reborn? Heaven or Hell? Truthfully nobody knows Overexposed, death always comes with a rose Highs followed by lows The day that I go, hope that I’m buried in gold The day that I die, who gon play Monster Reborn? Heaven or Hell? Truthfully nobody knows Overexposed, death always comes with a rose Highs followed by lows Pride is the cause Stiff like works of art Looking like Kaws Everyone looking like marks Owe it to Stark Did some repairs on my parts Don’t need a heart That’s how you get closer to god The day that I go, hope that I’m buried in gold The day that I die, who gon play Monster Reborn? Heaven or Hell? Truthfully nobody knows Overexposed, death always comes with a rose Highs followed by lows |