Текст песни Cousin of Death - D.O.M.

Gotta shake all of this evil off me
The devils hand
I can feel the reaper creeping on me
Better be careful what you speaking on me
Cousin of death
I know these niggas sleeping on me
I can tell you haven't even seen the worst
If words could kill I'd probably put you in a hearse
If looks could kill Id probably put you in the dirt
Don't be reaching for my pockets just might put you on a shirt
Ayy I
Cut the beef, had to switch the frequency
Ya Know I keep it P.B.
Way too authentic gonna be hard to copy
It's now or never RIP to PNB
These niggas mad cause I'm on my grind just like they teeth
I'm an underdog I got the mud all on my feet Hard to kill I guess that means I can't accept defeat
Guardian angels and some demons watching out for me

Can't get too comfortable they see me as a threat
Wanna take my body take my soul, my intellect
Gotta move with caution Gotta move with discipline
Don't start no shit with me n mine might meet your end
I'll defend what I love it don't matter what it take
If I could take the pain away wouldn't hesitate
Somethin's gotta give nigga something's gotta shake
I been down for way too long gotta learn from my mistakes
No time to rest, Ain't no respect
They say they love you then they flip and switch they step
Now they talking backwards out they ass and out they neck
You never think it'll be the ones that you hold close
Until the day they up and turn into a ghost
Hearts a lil cold, yeah they wanna see me choke
Friends turn to foes
I been smoking all my woes
I aint goin nowhere, I ain't ever gonna fold