I Solemnly Swear lyrics

[Intro: @eskiiiis]
(Y’all f*ckin’ with DJ Scheme?)
Eskiiis, Off-White, yuh, yuh

[Chorus: @eskiiiis]
b*tch, the only promise in your life is death (The only promise)
After you are gone, there is nothing to expect (Nothing, no)
b*tch, the only promise in your life is death (The only promise, yeah)
After you are gone, there is nothing to expect (When you are gone)
b*tch, the only promise in your life is death (Yeah)
After you are gone, there is nothing to expect (Eskiiimo)

[Verse 1: @eskiiiis]
Death is here, stalking the crowd (Stop watching)
Watching my set, looking real proud
Taking they soul, taking they loud
Going on tour, taking more than a pound, yeah
There’s more than a pound in my bag
When I’m in your town, you get sad
You lookin’ at me and you wish this is the life that you had (Yeah, you wish)
You ain’t gonna get sh*t (No)
You ain’t f*cking worth sh*t (No)
The only thing in life that your girl is gonna worship (Eskiiimo)
It f*cking hurts me that there’s body bags after my show (Body bags)
I’m hitting up my plug, I’m doing body bags of blow (Body bags)
I’m in LA, I’m in snow, shine so bright, off the globe (Eskiiis)
b*tch, I’m f*cking eskiiimo (b*tch)
[Post-Chorus: @eskiiiis]
b*tch, the only promise in your life is death
After you are gone, there is nothing to expect, eskiiis

[Chorus: @eskiiiis]
b*tch, the only promise in your life is death (The only promise)
After you are gone, there is nothing to expect (Nothing, no)
b*tch, the only promise in your life is death (The only promise)
After you are gone, there is nothing to expect (When you are gone)
b*tch, the only promise in your life is death (Yeah)
After you are gone, there is nothing to expect (Eskiiimo)

[Verse 2: ZillaKami]
Slide in the spot with a chop, point it at your face
Slide in the spot, pull the trigger at a fast pace
Death, no respect, for the opps or the f*cking jakes
What the f*ck you talkin’ bout? My n*ggas f*cking air it out
Ballin’ like I was Spalding, but let the slugs off
Ballin’ like I was Jordan, you eatin’ dust, hoe
Next to the clip, be my Wockhardt
n*ggas talk tough until they f*cking pop off
n*ggas always tryna be f*cking gang, boy
Until them slimes go and touch you, you a lame, boy

[Interlude: ZillaKami]
Slide in the spot with a chop, point it at your face
Slide in the spot, pull the trigger at a fast pace
Death, no respect, for the opps, or the f*cking jakes
What the f*ck you talkin’ bout? My n*ggas f*cking air it out