First song, but first of many.




Verse 1 
As the beat snaps in bitch I'm counting up my loonies
Double-Double coffee thats a dime and a toonie
Sip it real slow cause its way too hot homie
Keep that stowed cause its way too heat homie
Yeah we stay stoned no please dont tell my mommy
Munchies so strong its fucking up my tummy
If you roll with us dont be fucking with the money
And we roll good if I wanna put it bluntly
Im a young ass rapper making progress on my own flow
Land of the snow money looking like a rainbow
Follow it until I get that gold that I came for
Keep on grinding till I hang it up in the armoir
Full clad, no attacks, getting through my armour
Skip class, got some grass, sitting in my car door
One puff, eyes glass, this is what I live for
Two puffs, mind vast, open up your brain bro

Hook:
Yes we gon die thats for certain
Im just trying to put my fucking work in
Ima make my mark before they close the curtain
Yes we gon die thats for certain
x2

Verse 2:
Want me to get a little provocative
Stick this firework in your ass and rocket off
Im talkative, and less cognitive
Pouring moonshine down my esophagus
Liquored up, invincible no stopping us
Fucked up, grab the steel and start popping off
Whats the deal, you for real? Then come ride with us
Not remembering tonight got my mind made up
Keep the flow slow, merrily go
Round for round and pound for pound
Cant match my sound if not for trying
Keep on lying, end up dying
Your momma crying, give her hugs
Mix some juice and squeez her jugs
Out of use my mind is loose,
My futures bright and you all lose

Hook

Verse 3:
From hyperspace, my sound will surround
Your town look around there aint much of it now
On the ground you kneel at the end of my steel
No appeal to my conscience, bitch thats nonesense
Been a poltergeist since I killed the mic
Put it in shambles slit it with a knife
But the actions you make come back over twice
Surprised to see that I was still alive
Till I looked down notice my body gone
And I was in hell on Satans mighty throne
Snap back to the world now im in my zone
Boutta make a legacy for the holy tomes
Leave destruction in my wake, flames expose the fakes
Do whatever it takes, you cant match my pace
Ill blast you to space and destroy you race
Be careful in my bars its an evil kind of place.

We Gon Die

Just a rapper from the frozen tundra of Regina, Saskatchewan.

Ryan Tarr