The King - Death B4 Dishonor

(I always keep a 40 by my side, it ain’t no 9 on me
Tryna catch me slippin’, so they always got they eyes on me
Say I’m acting different, but that’s just these bitches lyin’ on me
Death before dishonor, too many real n****s dying on me
Yeah)

I always keep a 40 by my side, it ain’t no 9 on me
Tryna catch me slippin’, so they always got they eyes on me
Say I’m acting different, but that’s just these bitches lyin’ on me
Death before dishonor, too many real n****s dying on me
Yeah

They try’na say I’m finessin’
‘cause n****s see that I’m flexing
I did a lot people wrong, but I be still countin’ blessin’s
And if I die
Don’t worry ‘bout me, ’cause I’m no longer stressin’
And if I die
It’s all white Gucci dressin’ in heaven
But I’m alive, never died
I’ma real n***a
You switchin’ sides on the mob, we go kill n***a
And I ain’t signed
So I’m screamin’ fuck a deal, huh
I’m in these streets, so my life insurance a million
Bitch I’m try’na to die, so my mama could be set
Sold my soul, no more spirit
Got her flyin’ in a jet
Mama boy
For no reason, I’ll Cut ah check
Ex bitch said she was leavin’ (Glad shawty left)
I was never impressed bitch, this my Confession
I need some FaceTime, I ain’t the type to be textin’
Yo’ n***a might get mad, if he see you send that message
But that ain’t none of my business, ‘cause I ain’t the one investing so

I always keep a 40 by my side, it ain’t no 9 on me
Tryna catch me slippin’, so they always got they eyes on me
Say I’m acting different, but that’s just these bitches lyin’ on me
Death before dishonor, too many real n****s dying on me
Yeah

My First job ain’t fire me, they set ah n***a free
‘cause 12 a hour ain’t really shit, when you from them streets
Before I slave again, I’d rather die beneath my feet
And I got my masters, so I know this ain’t no first degree
Free C Murda, no murder in them cases
But second degree Murder what’s he’s facin’
Never faced a blunt, but I be blunt in n****s faces
And they don’t want no smoke, because they see me with them Haitians so

I always keep a 40 by my side, it ain’t no 9 on me
Tryna catch me slippin’, so they always got they eyes on me
Say I’m acting different, but that’s just these bitches lyin’ on me
Death before dishonor, too many real n****s dying on me
Yeah

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