Too Young To Die

Wow (feat. CamKilla)

Cope

Drownin

Evil Me

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Hoodie

This Is Not The End

False Prophet

No Light

Diabolical

Ghost of Christmas Past

Live by the Gun

Dancing with a Ghost (prod. David FLY)

Hey Yo

White Trash

Hook:
If I choose to die in vain
Will you take my soul away 
Will I drift up out this plain
Will it free me from my pain 

V1:
I’m the type that writes miracles,
That keep it blunt,
Die was sinner from birth,
No front!
6 -yr -old Mexican refugee 
up on the run
His American dream 
had just begun
Chasing white culture 
Mark of Cain on him son
He Couldn’t grasp freedom
So he chose to grip a gun
Sub boys slanged
Cuz they thought that shit was fun
He did it for the money
Cuz his family had none
See the twisted part was
His climate had a ton 
Teens whipping Cadis 
Wit the spinnas on dum
Candy paint drippin In a race that daddy won
Die was Swangin on his sinking citizen ship 
Drowning just to be one 
Got you tatted on the shoulder
Swear to write whats undone
Rest in peace blood boiling
You are mist No pun
Until I see you in my dreamssssss
I love you 
Homie 
One 

V2:
Last night,
I saw the homie DIE in a dream,
It’s been 15 years,
And he was standing in a beam,
The light obscured his face,
But not the kahkis wit a seam,
Or the Nike Cortez,
With the swoosh color crème,
I loved this dude,
So I began to freakin scream,
Not even a whisper,
Was the sound of my esteem,
So my mind began to steam,
And my thoughts,
Began to scheme,
In that moment I would deem,
If I ever wake up,
I’ll put my fingers to the screen,
But right now,
I need to see the homie gleam,
So I stepped into the light,
I was right,
It was Shmee,
Eyes like Jesus 
Dali lama in his cheek
Smile so big 
That it made my heart weak
N my eyes freakin weep 
N I fell deeper into sleep 
Deeper into sleep 

V3:
Haven’t tuned in yet
To what I’ve discussed
Check the frequency knob 
Because Ur Conscious must 
WAKE THE FUCK UP 
And trust 
The systems unjust
Can’t you see the disgust

No degenerate busta
An unlike 
the stereo 
typical hustlas
He Held more blue collar Jobs
White customers 
On No fail mission to thrive 
Spoke English
bussed tables 
just to fuckin survive 
Still couldn’t get a license to drive 
But best believe
He was shackled by that tax ID
One night 
his plate light 
was out 
5O searched
Wrongfully 
Found a sack of weed
So back to Mexico 
he chose to flee
And On one summas eve?
He was shot in the head
By the federale

Outro:
I Guess it’s true 
If You live by the gun 
You will die by it too
Die
Die in vain like you
What did God do
Die
With a smile so bright,
Not a hole in sight,
Declared 
I’m in heaven alright!
Night night..

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