 (tech n9ne)
Just another piece that I wrote, ya know what im sayin
cause this beat just wanted me to write it
Livin like im dying tomarrow, aint no time for no sorrow
throw on my platnum mavoda, rob a gram on my collar.
spray lucciano suprana, holla at a mamma whos nana lovers hot like acanai (?...)
balla i got a few dollas, ima do wella my fatha taught us to follow quarn and not osama bin lada
my momma was nota but of islam, but god is her wata, so why does the sickness got her like lama just shot her
goose fraba wusa, i gotta get out of this ra ra and fly to hana, lu-lu inside a grata, bulu in five la-matas
no yada yada, they ride on this ride and bob ya then swalla, sun-goddess the color of shaba
then i popped a bottle of maskata, run away on my yamaha vamanos i promisa im never no one to monita-d
by the blue color coppa, we call em erik-a-strata, cha cha, got a wad in my levis and a nigga neva got ta borrow.
(krizz kaliko chorus)
I'm livin like I'm dyin tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot of livin today
I think I'm gon drown in a bottle, and party like I'm thinkin bout goin today
I'm Seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin in
They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party up til then
(kutt calhoun)
man i party harder than nitty and gucci lui with henny, like im dying when im on one. taking none of them with me
as sure as my name is bloody kutty cal, you can picture me partyin like its going outta style
I, I feel like im the best that dun did it, most under-rated and hated
but if i died than so be it, then in my head im the greatest it aint a bitch i aint christened,
see the estate ive inventioned and if i died my eulogy would be held at the kemper man
ive dun smoke, i dun drank and popped my pillz to extremities, still do. every now and then i pop more than yosemite,
keep my foes in my innerly and the ones who pretend to be, close to em, cause honestly there the ones who will hinder me
so hence forth remember me, this voice is fittin to be his choice, of energy. by him i mean all men
party like its 1999, smoke my wood tip wine(?), givin all my thanks to god then saying A-men.
(krizz kaliko chorus)
I'm livin like I'm dyin tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot of livin today
I think I'm gon drown in a bottle, and party like I'm thinkin bout goin today
I'm Seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin in
They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party up til then
(ubiquitos of ces cru)
till summers end and the winter comes
till grey days turn to yellow ones
i stay grindin for mine i tried to tell them once
to travel to the moon you got to face the elements
and battle any goon you have to cage the elephants
its elementary i speak with a certain elequence
i smoke hella blunts a habit ive been develop since
I was a young boy, playin the silver ball
See ‘em stand, feel em fall
Metallica, kill ‘em all
huh livin like this is my last moment
but a moment could last forever, snap a picture and na-cole it(?)
huh do what ever ya gone, sip on your glass,
hold it up, hit the side on mine get to tippin it back, go in
huh so many days we were sittin low,
better get busy till the day you givin and you get to go where sinners go
pull in the cash, and then spend it slow
better make it fast but then should know
matter no money though its all expendable
(krizz kaliko chorus)
I'm livin like I'm dyin tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot of livin today
I think I'm gon drown in a bottle, and party like I'm thinkin bout goin today
I'm Seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin in
They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party up til then
(godemis of ces cru)
hold your breathe count to three ima kill it
killa commitee city chairmen, strapped with a grimma glock and the trigger, bitch, a hair pin
three round burst, i aim it at your brain, spit it when cock it i kiss so they call it sara jane
livin like im going down tomarrow, sit down and drown in a bottle, go out and get anotha bottle
I dont lead i dont follow, if i dont eat i get hollow, i dont even play lotto see chief i need every dollar
yall dont see me but a model(?) or rockin a lotta product, i dont smoke like i wanna, im streching this marijuana
fuck it i call it karma, if i wake up in nirvana. blood is thicker than water the mud is even more shallow
I live in the moment and part of every opponent who pass,
but i put the petal to the metal i got both feet on the gas
this could be the last vers that im writing like it or not everybodies taking to rob and they puttin you right in a box.
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