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Old fucking drama, call the karma kamikaze Shots of alcohol the pain its relic in my chest, I feel demolished Hold the liquor, make it silence, pray into me like the altar Life is off the loss and coughing I'm just here to make my offer Crystal sniffing, bitches tripping, luxury and gang members Wanna be like Boyz N Hood, affiliated by my brothers Worship higher powers, smokes inpolished, drinking from the chalice So they say it's his blood [?] Jesús I'm holy, horrors making eye contact Surviving the thrones, stones at yo front door, bang it though When a nigga get dough, promise I pay you back mo' You always had my back and I thank you for that Wanna call you late, but I'm busy filling plates Kids gotta eat and mommas gon' cry, that bread been straight, we shaking dank Baby I'ma save you one day, from this hell hole and gunplay Grew up with [?] Went east side where rain poured and souls cried, no sunshine Tomorrow when tears dry, no one'll make it out alive I just wanna make it God, can you hear me fine, here been deaf, feeling blind, all I see is sacrifice (overtime) Show no remorse til you die, until then Wash my sins with time, make yo bed (lay on the line) Looking at headlines, its all alive on who are you and I to decide, just tryna get by And that's pure like virgin blood mixed with 1-50-1-1 sip a Make a nigga flip, I ain't tripping off shit That happened yesterday, cause I just won the rest today of pure luxury Letras de cancionesAll my life I wanted luxury A roof over to sleep Family, that's luxury All I ever hung around was G's Breaking bread with the homies, that's luxury Something like virgin blood that's pure and she screaming out "Its yours" All I ever wanted was luxury Now all I got is luxury, come fuck with me 20 bandana, cross my fingers when in danger I protect you perfect stranger, put that body on a hanger Her man's in Herman, [?] don't need a fucking filla Hold my hand, your halo's fading, pesos and Pinot Grigio Bless the newborns, my comrades they die for me It's not the game, you just a casualty War ruins who after me Surviving, could have been a tragedy Ninth grade, in a driver seat Skipping class, no time to speak Truth be told this honesty Poker face and poke her highness next to me I'm soaking royal altercationally Not complacent, want the cake and cream Settle in, you just another loyal [?] I don't smoke that reggie seed, high at the presidential suite And I ain't at the legion seat nigga, overseas With Sheikhs that's royalty nigga You can bet that, my tux black My bitch black and I'm backing out That ghost black, black MX Ain't gotta say shit, on the favor All my life I wanted luxury A roof over to sleep Family, that's luxury All I ever hung around was g's Breaking bread with the homies, that's luxury Something like virgin blood that's pure and she screaming out "its yours" All I ever wanted was luxury Now all I got is luxury, come fuck with me From Letras Mania