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Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
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Mohkom Singh Bhangal
Mohkom Singh Bhangal
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Joe Talamo
Joe Talamo
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Oscar Zulu
Oscar Zulu
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Rodrigo Barahona
Rodrigo Barahona
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Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
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Put a thousand stones inside the face for every L I took Type of shit that I be goin' through, I could fuck around, write a book Couple big dawgs sent me threats but they ain't never come to get me (pussy) I'm the last of the Mohicans, prayin' to God to please protect me I know Keed in Heaven, but I ask God, "Why the hell you took him?" My bro sittin' behind a grill, the federal is tryna cook him Comfortable with death, but when it come to mine, I still ain't ready I'm the last of the Mohicans, prayin' to God to please protect me (Woah, oh, oh) Yeah, they locked up my only friends inside, this rap shit got me feelin' alone Everything was lit, now I gotta carry the torch on my own Stay away from fake shit, gotta take shit just to get in my zone When I'm thirsty, I drink molly water just to get in that mode Fill up commissaries, pickin' these bags up all around the globe Rappers tryna be me, bite my flow, but I'm still in my glow Gained a little weight, gotta watch my carbs, but I still get my dough Smokin' on empty stomachs, I was starvin' before my time to blow Chasin' my excitement, I ain't fightin', when its my time to go Surrounded by temptations, got the devil fightin' for my soul When I turn to ashes, give out rings and mix me in the gold Put a thousand stones inside the face for every L I took Type of shit that I be goin' through, I could fuck around, write a book Couple big dawgs sent me threats but they ain't never come to get me (pussy) I'm the last of the Mohicans, prayin' to God to please protect me I know Keed in Heaven, but I ask God, "Why the hell you took him?" My bro sittin' behind a grill, the federal is tryna cook him Comfortable with death, but when it come to mine, I still ain't ready I'm the last of the Mohicans, prayin' to God to please protect me Startin' to let go of my fears and startin' to do shit when I wanna I ain't dyin' for my pride, but it's still death before dishonor I can't take no more drama, they done took my brother's mama Can't go out like Cobain, but these pills take me to Nirvana I been lettin' shit go and I am not complainin' anymore But if they take one of mine, we gon' spin back and up the score Everybody keep dyin' 'round me, can't take it anymore Think I'm doin' construction the way I'm breakin' down on floors (woah) Every time I close my eyes, I keep on seein' death (death) Never know when I'm gonna die, what's the point in bein' stressed? (Stressed) It's crazy how they still want more when you try to do your best (best) I should get one tatted on my face, I ain't got no tears left Put a thousand stones inside the face for every L I took Type of shit that I be goin' through, I could fuck around, write a book Couple big dawgs sent me threats but they ain't never come to get me (pussy) I'm the last of the Mohicans, prayin' to God to please protect me I know Keed in Heaven, but I ask God, "Why the hell you took him?" My bro sittin' behind a grill, the federal is tryna cook him Comfortable with death, but when it come to mine, I still ain't ready I'm the last of the Mohicans, prayin' to God to please protect me
Writer(s): Navraj Goraya, Mohkom Singh Bhangal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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