Dead Nice

Not too shabby swag up
 To part looking like rags
 To riches two reasons bitches
 Fuck wit us and not them
 Other niggas took a trip
 Outta town took a tab okay
 Now i'm tripping now it's
 No filler in this dimension
 That could describe the feeling
 First of all your mind ain't
 Open at all if you still hitting
 Ceilings thought you had a
 Grip on life then realized you
 Wasn't living even white trash
 Goes in a black bag aye
 G-frost my charm bracelet
 Got the lobster clasp aye
 Went from throwback
 Jerseys to throwback
 Thursdays that surface
 Talk might get you get
 You hurt nothing for
 Certain we killing shit
 Close them curtains if
 You play with them clowns
 Long enough you gon
 Become a part of that
 Circus my niggas steady
 Serving while i'm in the
 Studio working turning
 Words into weapons boy
 You betta watch where you
 Stepping if you ever thought
 For one second you was
 Getting over or getting by
 Betta sleep with one open
 Eye and duck like a goose
 And dodge before everything
 Get hit up with no reply
 Wata bloodclot don't get
 Caught up in that crosswalk
 Knowing damn well that
 Well ran dry now it's farewell
 Fuck 12 doing jail time if
 You get stopped up at
 This red light and they
 Looking at ya license and
 Looking back at you like
 You a fucking dead guy
 Even though you dead
 Wrong hold ya head high
 Never letting go of your
 Pride leave this world on
 Your own terms it's do
 Or die when you muthafuckin
 Dead nice
 Ouu oi
 The good bad
 And the ugly
 Or you can play
 The role of a
 Fair guy but none
 Of that applies
 When you fucking
 Dead nice
 Real recognize fact
 To i can see through
 All of that bullshit and
 It's the me inside of you
 That makes you hateful
 I master phase ten when
 I went through phase two
 Laid out the blueprint now
 Everything you do gotta
 Trace of blue remember
 Them nights pulling up
 To the stu wit the crew
 Everything was all for the
 Build until we started popping
 Them pills doing stupid
 Shit just for the sake of
 The thrill dimming out
 The light of our brilliance
 Probably coulda made a
 Million together but all
 Dough ain't good bro
 Now you meshing wit
 A couple fellas that ain't
 Cut from the same cloth
 Now you can special
 Cloth talk until you
 Blue in the face or
 Ya mouth sore pile
 Up ya plate and eat
 Without a fork stuffing
 Ya face like the flesh of
 A pig need to grow up
 Quick and quit acting
 Like a kid real nigga shit
 Bitch ass niggas run in
 Packs like a zip i'm bout
 Make a flip at ninety nine
 Not even at a hundred percent
 Don't you ever forget where
 You came from again ya
 Vision ain't tunnel until
 I hopped inside the whip
 And nautical navigated the
 Whole entire ship took
 The back route had it out
 Widda couple demons now
 I'm rising up from the ashes
 Like a phoenix every word
 That i say meant it like i
 Made up the meaning this
 Must be the season of reaching
 And committing treason my
 Heart is pure but it's sub below
 Freezing while you warm blood
 Sucking and leaching never get
 It through ya head like a treatment
 Never dismissing the message in
 What i said the nice guy's finishing
 Last and the dead guy's finishing dead
 Yeah yeah