Dead

Got the dead upon me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on Empty the bottle Empty the bottle intentions are skin deep your tendencies indicate hollow No substance to follow just f*ck suck and swallow Still ain't discover yo truth Real niggas hover my stu Bills had enough of that too Run of the mill when I'm comin in smooth Wantin to kill for the f*ck of it my will not lettin up Stood still though I'm stuck with that truth One homie that's dead from on the block One homie that's dead left in the streets One homie got deadbolts on his locks What's fucked up is the feds who got his keys We just say it is what it is a lil motto Even when the cons are deceptive I feel auto Thinkin bout it all lookin at the bottom of pill bottles Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me Got the dead on me