As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize 's an empty set
'Coz I've been blastin' and laughin' so long, that
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you're countin', and where you're walkin'
Or you and your associates might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but I gotta, loc
As I grow I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda א the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night, diagonalizing in the streetlight
Been spendin' most their lives, livin' in the cantor's paradise
Been spendin' most their lives, livin' in the cantor's paradise
Keep spendin' most our lives, livin' in the cantor's paradise
Keep spendin' most our lives, livin' in the cantor's paradise |
