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[Intro: Death The Kid]
Death The Kid!
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[Verse 1: Death The Kid]
Death the fuckin’ Kid, I did what I did
I had to take it back to my days as a kid
I got the fuckin’ dope packed in a sack
Skin white like coke, two bitches and a half
Spendin’ all these racks, I gets all this paper
I see you later like „hasta luego”
I does what I do, I ain’t worried ’bout the opps
Young white girls with the parents, call the cops
Cause I keep it hot, yeah, their daughter burnin’ up
She ’bout to get buck when my crew turnin’ up
And sure enough, I became the teacher
Had this girl droppin’ panties, I ain’t even meet her
I’m a pussy eater but I fucks with the lazy route
And in the fuckin’ drought, I brang all the haze out
Resupplyin’ loud, I stay up in the clouds
Not just groovin’ sound, we move it by the pound
We ill in this piece from the sky to the ground
And I be like the pitcher cause I’m high off a mound
Fire up the loud and God bless the blunt wrap
The pace we smoke at, y’all can’t even front that
Your bitch get jumped at, we off the chain
I scoff at lames cause I’m off the grain
All black frames with the ghost-white chain
Motherfucker, please, yeah you know, my mane
Ain’t nobody in my lane, cause I’m not on the road
I keep so many trees so I stay gettin’ blowed
Got your bitch on her knees, yeah, I stay gettin’ blowed
Your bitch do it for free then I bust my load
I smoke these O’s, yeah, I smoke on designer kush
Weed leaf inscribed inside her designer bush
Got a 420 tattoo on her designer tush
Her picture in the magazine, but I’m in the book
History books bedazzled with my picture
You motherfuckers couldn’t handle the friction
You motherfuckers only trust superstition
I’ll push your cap back with no intermission
The name is Proof Rock, I got the youth talk
Walk it out, that’s what I call a truth-walk
All this Babylon best just move back
Speakers ’bout to melt cause my lyrics is too hot
[Outro: Death The Kid]
Death The Kid!
Death The Kid!
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