Afterlife Music

[Verse 1: Trade Voorhees] Mo money, Mo problems Easy to say to someone who's got none Life sucks like the dialogue in Top Gun (Gun gun) Gunnin' for death at mach one Never got the chance to live like Pac's son If I die, nobody would mourn I'm unborn All I wanna do is music 'til my clock runs (out) Instead I'm staring down the barrel of a hot gun I think my brains a safe place to put a hot one Tell my folks I'm sorry Leave the mess for when the cops come Blood pourin' out my nose like snot runs Tell the world all I really wanted was some props son Guess it's hard to make it in hip hop, Huh? It's more to it than metaphors and hot puns I just wanna see the day I sign a major deal I'd tell my family not to worry about the bills Tell 'em I got it chill But that's just unreal Ain't nobody gonna spend a mil' on a Datsun [Break] Look I smoke the trees to function I don't do it to party I got a problem with attention Like a bad bitch I don't do the shit all day Like Bob Marley And carrying could get you Into stupid bad shit Like I remember just a little pipe The homie had Almost landed us in county For a fuckin' week Holice can't track down A rapist up in the streets But I got a bag of weed And get harrassed quick Wish I could speak on rapists Cause that's sick Hope they end up in hell Suckin' they dad dick Or something so grotesque They get mad sick And projectile vomit out All of their insides Voorhees been wise I'll write it on the wall With this bullet in the chamber Like a crayon I will fall to the floor For you to explore Voorhees throughout So you know he was the illest Motherfucking dude out... Of this World... Go! [Hook] Afterlife music I'm 'a die to it Lived my life trying to put a knife through it Got dark for a minute Had to ride through it This is my music Afterlife music