Death Is Not An Option

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] I’m from that 456 line, that cocaine brick time Razor blades rest on my tongue, cutting curfew, shit I’m from the slums, let me serve you Real cause my verbal ill, bring the hearse through Killer papis murk you, Chill Cold shoulders how I build Motorola ringing still, with that old flow, Dojo Chop that work, coco, snowcone, icy My quarter’s real pricey, hide the crack up in my socks Now it’s stinking up my Nikes I got bars, hit this converse, chucking up the dirt Motherfucker loading SK's, Nahright Got that bitch like "nah, right?" Across the jaw, should have paid attention to your blind side Tanboy, mob life, second coming god like Spanish Harlem all the way to Wash Heights, love by Tanboy, mob life, second coming god like Spanish Harlem all the way to Wash Heights, love by [Verse 2: Lakutis] Slap a tooth out a ho mouth Tell 'em I told you, tell 'em I owed you See me coming out the bodega with a dutchie and a jumbo Goya juicebox Looking tight-bummy in my tube socks Y'all all soft, all off, I go raw dog on a bitch, ya'll go soft On a bitch, ride till I'm rich, fly as a bitch. (daamn) Death is not an option, I'll come back and haunt em Fuck it if they want him, can't see him cause he on one Bust that ill shit, head explode Leave that bitch bloody in the road Me that shit dunny, check the flow You don't wanna test the water Death shark, death shark, blood in the water Fuck your man bitch, look he a goner He try, he die, he lie He not like me [Verse 3: Heems] Me, me, me, it’s all about me Mi, mi, mi, mi, that’s a vocal warm up I'm on that F Train, I'm on that BQE The best brain, she freak with me, frequently Everybody love me, I'm Raymond I'm Tony Bourdain, I don't need a reservation Okay then, I'm wasted, geeked and I'm spacing Weed that I'm blazing, and E that it's laced with Codeine and some K, and we freaking and shaking My seeds that she's tasting, cream that we wasting Jesus, I'm Bacon, reach in the spaceship Green that I'm making, Greece for vacation Scenes they vacating, keep them placated Eat and then say shit, the beat that I’m slaying Is palpably, probably, purposely playing Seems like it's pavement, concrete solid Features? of bacon, hole in my heart That is keeping swaying Death is not an option, I'll come back and haunt em Fuck it if they want, ah-ah-ah-ah Death is not an option, I'll come back and haunt em