K.T. - Past Lyfe lyrics

[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 k**ed 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 k** switch I'm from the concrete that men k** on Brain fragments on the dashboard windshield gone n***as 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 (x2) [Verse 2: K-T ] Old school chucks with the tongue flipped Northern Cali forty cali with the don clip My city froze like Jack when it jumped ship That means I'm ice cold and never fall so come quick Just look at how we so crooked The game I took it like a fish and hooked it And even when I couldn't read still sold speed Kept it G, same place hell be To be exact is Sac matter fact O-P like the graveyard I'll greet ya with the A-R We play on, staying on point like the state yard Home of the house shoes a kick in the couch too I'm depressed, yes with nothing to amount to Aye, the darkness spreading like a break out God's the way out The hardest part my heart won't let me stay out So I sit back relax and let it play out Asking for forgiveness everyday until I make out [Chorus: Sevin] [Verse 3: Sevin] I used to be in all black like the pride of a Raider Hawk rise straight from the dark side Like I'm sliding with Vader Kept the inf beam tapped on the side of the cater Hundred round clip full of homicide for a hater And we perking out Certainly lurking for n***as working out Murk'em, feed'em to the turf then we skirting out Leave'em for the hearse blowing purple clouds Man Its the season for the curse We doing anything the earth allows Four Fives for the war cries we blurting out Low lives peep the cold eyes of a hurting child No tears just more beers, ducking the feds Them coke queers want to give a n***a more years No ears for fake n***as that ain't talking money I need my pockets so thick it'll have me walking funny It's k**afornia k**ers dome ya in Sic Sac A city full of thick rats no pity when you get jacked We born in squala so its nada to pitch crack For a dollar you can get pinota split hats Pardon me I was not hardly sane This heartless game was really apart of me man And the streets kept feeding all the lust I was trapped in Yet to feel a thrill like busting a Mac ten Any n***a touched me was busting him back then I mean whack him the streets kept s**ing me back in [Chorus: Sevin]