Pushing through problems proceed to paint a perfect picture
Perpetuate flows that make these motherf*ckers shiver
When I deliver these criminal lyrics I'm revealing what’s in my spirit
Praying for forgiveness for sins that I committed
Paranoia creeping up sipping liquor just to cope
Inhaling sherm smoke feeling it seep into my soul
Peep game from an OG my pistol providing heat
Putting punks to a permanent sleep
Postponing pleasure, pursuing dreams to make paper
I want you to see me rise and look at what you made us
Prevailing perceptions of n*ggas acting like they're going mad
No printed pictures of the peace when we're holding hands
Look at the man in the mirror proceed with caution
These suicidal demons in my head wanna put me in a coffin
I'm lost in a daze, feeling crossed and betrayed
While my homies getting tossed in a grave, can you relate?

Blessed be those who open their eyes
No truths as easily spoken as lies
Enemies in fear of a demise they never met
Yet, this is life after death homie

Inhaling smoke to cope, exhaling pain, numb senses
AK47 making scary chumps breakdance
Streets soaked in blood, souls filled with slugs
Bustas steady fronting, got no love for scrubs
Maccin like I'm born to roll n*gga
From dope dealer to old n*gga, you run up I be smokin ya
Choking on blood, I get up quick
Take your jewelry, stash the uzi and then dip
Splitting wigs ain't no thang to me, a cold heart
I bogart this game, while tryin to maintain
Just one thing done changed since the 90s
Squashed the beef left the street life behind me
You couldn't kill me still sippin on Remy
Maccin on hoes, stacking the doe, more than twenty
Years since I left coming back to collect
Your debt chumps, this is life after death punk

Blessed be those who open their eyes
No truths as easily spoken as lies
Enemies in fear of a demise they never met
Yet, this is life after death homie

Leaving dead bodies as we arise from the ashes
Picture our last supper while lying in the casket
No love for them bastards who fueled the feud to profit
We came back to take the chips that you chose to pocket
Ain't no lawsuit stopping us
We bustin slugs at these so-called thugs that used to hustle us
Laying them down, we came for the crown
Cause all these punks need us paying them out, so pac tell em
I got my fofo ready to go loco
Half of these n*ggas today is broke hoes
But I show no love cause snakes get it where they slither
Take aim at the old man and pull the f*ckin trigger
This cat P tried to get the best of me
Plotting with S to cook up beef between west and east
I cannot rest in peace if this shit ain't settled
The industry is the motherf*ckin devil