Текст песни Death - David Casto

You ain't gotta say I'm the shit I already know
You wouldn't even say that you thought of it on the low
Try and stop me if you want but just know when it's time to go
Got me on my kanye I'm going out of control
Spazz out on my Meth n Red when I blackout
This my bread and butter to stick you up for your cash cow
Blast pow know you getting mad with a cracked smile
Cause I'll have the last laugh and that's when you lash out
Stabbed in the back by a pal or two
Shoot him in the face for the human race is a power move
Sing the song of those who doubted you I got a louder tune
Truth is hard to swallow make em choke on the undoubtable
I'm like rough sex with a rough neck
Feel me coming but no way in hell that I'd be done yet
Hater why you always looking down dont get upset
Love said ready for a darker time at sunset

Time
You will see life and death
Just go
Go
Why
Would you question your step
Just go
Go

People complain eating my brain bunch of zombies that I'm offing then I'm pleading insane
Who's gonna know?
Just the lord above the rest are part of the show
Everybody got em a problem that you should know
Or you shouldn't
Couldn't wouldn't 've ever put in
Feel like Jerry McGuire feuding with Cuba Gooden like
Help me help you
Help me help
Ok I lost it
Profit I'm back pocketing
Fat knot like a noose in a sad plot that is catastrophic
Anabolic mass top of the class yeah I have some knowledge
blasting off in a damn rocket animal Van Gogh it
I know it's Van Gogh
C'mon
Let's get on with the damn show
Make em say ho like lionel chillin with panthro
Fast forward
So fast ended up in the past whoa
Off your dad before little man born

Time
You will see life and death
Just go
Go
Why
Would you question your step
Just go
Go

So many killings I can not help it
Planet meltin
They say it's better to have loved and lost then I'm glad I felt it
But rather hellish if really thought about and you can't embellish
Splatter melons for caterpillars butterfly stand up yelling
Top of lungs
Obvious fun
Feeling like I'm 5 you duckin I'm hunting got me a gun
Uh oh!
Done with small talk and mumbo jumbo
Cutthroat like I'm Jay Rock when he was serving up gumbo
Stomach rumbling must mean I'm on the hunt again
Dont you dare go rushing running into the jungle I'm runnin it
So run it bitch
The chains go on the floor
Money come out your pocket just cause you hate on the low
And that life
Well...
Its mine give it
Reaching for the sky
This time
just isn't my limit
I've given too many chances with no disguise gimmick why sin or lie
Next life
Just try winnin

Time