Past Lyfe lyrics
by Bizzle
[Verse 1: Sevin]
Black B hat with the brim tilted
Treat the block like live stock been milked it
My old man just had a funeral sin killed it
The bride of Christ don't share the crown
Rome we can tear it down men built it
We plotting on meal ticks squatting in ill whips
Blades on the wheel flip spinning like drill bits
My gangs colder than chilled grits
Lights out man I'm throwing the kill switch
I'm from the concrete that men kill on
Brain fragments on the dashboard windshield gone
n*ggas married to the hood and ain't no divorce
You get buried in the woods and ain't no remorse
They holding courts over cola shorts
Welcome to Cali
If your rolling north better have a Trojan horse
The foul life brings many diseases
On me blood my city needs Jesus
[Chorus: Sevin]
I know what it is, I did what it do
I'm a soldier my nig I might of did it to you
I live repentance every day of my life
Father forgive me my brain wasn't right
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