Lyrics
Dead em brap, get em hell heaven
but i m living it tho
forget about the music money fortune and fame
If there s a god out there show me where the hell is he at, and i m picking the locks
musics just a vent for the brain
Addicted to hustling an i know it ain t good, get em drop that Virus, get em you don t wanna see me fucking pop that
Music in my blood mixed up with venom, i m that guy i pass by n they ask why
Been smashing it up like it was hammer time, selling a bit of her soul but naked and cold, i m on the road from the gutter to the platinum plaques
Dead em brap, music in my blood mixed up with venom
i m that guy i pass by n they ask why
Coz if you want it i m on it, i m living for the moment every minute i m here
If there s a god out there show me where the hell is he at, if there s a god out there show me where the hell is he at, dead em brap
Cos i can double up my paper with a brick of cocaine, dead em brap
So forget about tomorow cos the vision is clear, i ain t a bitch
Spinning on a pole for while i fill up her nose, start mines part rhymes and hard times Syndicate, if you ever see my brown ass give it a kiss
Spinning on a pole for while i fill up her nose, get em drop that, cos i can double up my paper with a brick of cocaine
Dead em brap, get em cock back
music in my blood mixed up with venom
Man i m kicking it off, i m that guy i pass by n they ask why, you got it and i want it try know i m a take yours
And i m picking the locks, musics just a vent for the brain
I m gonna get em it s on, get em hell heaven
get whole heap roll deep with no sleep
But i m living it tho, coz if you want it i m on it
And i don t wanna be a slave to materialism but im a warrior all about, i stay hood if they could then they would Syndicate, fuck it i m a leader in this
It ain t nothing for me to be number 1 in the game, i m getting that money while i m living and kicking, i go 3 steps forward another 3 back
I m on the road from the gutter to the platinum plaques, true i don t leave no trail
cos i can double up my paper with a brick of cocaine
They didn t get no doe sat on they backside, f what u heard kid i live by the crack rules
It ain t nothing for me to be number 1 in the game, music in my blood mixed up with venom, musics just a vent for the brain
i m a winner
but i m living it tho
Musics just a vent for the brain, i ain t a bitch, so forget about tomorow cos the vision is clear
they didn t get no doe sat on they backside
Get whole heap roll deep with no sleep, i stay raw break laws and break more
blowing up like a terrorist in palestine
Dead em brap, you got it and i want it try know i m a take yours, addicted to hustling an i know it ain t good
Mark instincts, i ll sell em anything Syndicate, return of the hype somebody better turn off the lights get em
I m a winner, addicted to hustling an i know it ain t good Syndicate, get em cock back
Get em you don t wanna see me fucking pop that, music in my blood mixed up with venom, i m letting off like a weapon
been smashing it up like it was hammer time
I ain t a bitch, blowing up like a terrorist in palestine Venom, true i don t leave no trail
I m a winner, so what you reckon you want it
Get em hell heaven, they didn t get no doe sat on they backside, i ain t a bitch
Forget about the music money fortune and fame, 2012 motherf ckers, i m not waiting around to see what life s gonna bring
i spit flows grip doe n let know
I ain t a bitch, mark instincts Virus, when it comes to the bars and i ain t serving them drinks
So forget about tomorow cos the vision is clear, i m living for the moment every minute i m here, return of the hype somebody better turn off the lights get em
I m getting that money while i m living and kicking, get em hell heaven
