Lyrics Past Lyfe (feat. K-t) - 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 killed 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 kill switch
I'm from the concrete that men kill on
Brain fragments on the dashboard windshield gone
Niggas 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

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

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

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 niggas 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 nigga more years
No ears for fake niggas that ain't talking money
I need my pockets so thick it'll have me walking funny
It's Killafornia killers 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 nigga touched me was busting him back then
I mean whack him the streets kept sucking me back in