TRAGEDY666 - Dead Or Alive (feat. N8F)

Caught with the nine by my side
Am I dead or alive?
I've been feeling like a demon
With the devil in my eyes

I've been scheming, they've been screaming
Because I kept the blade inside
Fuck you bitch
Hope you go to hell when you die

Fuck you mean?
Bitch, I kept on creeping
When I'm on the scene
Tormenting all my demons
Stuck inside my dream

I don't run from my monsters
Bitch, they run from me, uh

I've been on a mission, uh
Playing my position, uh
Ain't no competition
I'm missing, bitch fuck tripping, uh

Splitting, uh
She sitting on my dick
While I'm gripping, uh
I heard they don't like me
Because they label me a villain, uh

But fuck all that shit, uh
Ten slices up on my wrist, uh
Five-Seven came with the grip, uh
If I shoot, I will not miss, uh

I don't give a fuck
Never cleaning up
Bitch my blood is mud
Never clean it up

Enter the chamber of love
Set it on fire and then fucking run
Shoot that boy down
With my motherfucking gun, uh

Fuck you mean?
Blast through that boy
Yeah, right in his spleen
I don't fucking care, yeah
I move so clean
Homie you just cannot edit me
I'm too pristine

Please check the time
Please check the clock
It's time to rock all this shit
It's on lock
Slid with the mops
Reach for that water, get popped
I'm up at the top, dolo no flock
Still in the way, I need all of the guap
Still in my bag, but I need a big box
It ain't gonna work 'cause my shit too hot

Caught with the nine by my side
Am I dead or alive?
I've been feeling like a demon
With the devil in my eyes

I've been scheming, they've been screaming
Because I kept the blade inside
Fuck you bitch
Hope you go to hell when you die

Fuck you mean?
Bitch, I kept on creeping
When I'm on the scene
Tormenting all my demons
Stuck inside my dream

I don't run from my monsters
Bitch, they run from me, uh

I've been on a mission, uh
Playing my position, uh
Ain't no competition
I'm missing, bitch fuck tripping, uh

Splitting, uh
She sitting on my dick
While I'm gripping, uh
I heard they don't like me
Because they label me a villain, uh

But fuck all that shit, uh
Ten slices up on my wrist, uh
Five-Seven came with the grip, uh
If I shoot, I will not miss, uh

Written by:
Harvey McAllister

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