Conejo - Living And Dying lyrics

It's like, some of us is living to die And some of us is dying to live Know I'm saying, it's ah paradox Intoxicate There's blood on the steps in my f**en building Anything could happen, the blanks you feeling More k**ings, then you could ever imagine I see you all the spells and magic That's tragic, but your throat get slashed After 30 f**en hours of your head getting bashed That's mismo, on all this rankers I'm surrounded by them k**ers and them sh** been jackers No actors, when the rifle pop Ese shooter in the truck from the parking lot Under rated, b**h I made it Got ah life time of work that the enemy hated f** talk though, let's walk the walk Little homie growing up at the c**aine spot He sniffed lines, before he go to school 22 in his socks, dope sack in his shoe We living and dying, we living and dying But in the f**en process we just dope supplying Cus they buying, for whatever reason All year round through the different seasons Is it treason, for giving our own The poison that will kiss us it's like we're k**ing them slow I don't know, but I got to eat My kids need clothes, and shoe's on their feet I'm ah nut case, got the ill mix tapes Shut your a** up before you get the tape Wig split you, send ah s*ut to trick you Give you sweet p**y grab your arm to fix you Scam on, that's what she is I put her on the team cus she with the biz Light ah cig, en mi casa Cable paid, 60 inch la plasma Come foul, but indeed I'm worst It make you ask yourself who fired first You need ah nurse, ese keep it real The shank in your back, your gat conceal Real G's, are in attendance For this digital murder, I'm ah straight up menace I'm the chemist, that put his foot on your neck The true definition got his a** on check We living and dying, we living and dying But in the f**en process we just dope supplying Cus they buying, for whatever reason All year round through the different seasons Is it treason, for giving our own The poison that will kiss us it's like we're k**ing them slow I don't know, but I got to eat My kids need clothes, and shoe's on their feet What's up bandido, you back huh That gangster wicked sh**, musica asesina El angel de la muerte, young trucos Felony case, can't stop won't stop k**er From The West