Value to death
I see devils and demons digging in my chest
My world ain’t a playground
But you could call me a ref
You could call me the best
You could call it a test
Being struggle watch everybody hustle
It get close to the end
Think I just blust
I’m loopy like lacy got ancient blood like Dante
Write a lyric that heard me
Now you know that they want me
I was past town
Trippin’ on a real mission
Skating boy Santa Cruz
That’s how I’m living
It feels like a prison
Since we forgiving
Hey home boy no
I ain’t tripping
Been spending most of our life
Living in a pastime paradise
Nobody told me it’d be easy growing up
To all my young homies
Knowing that I’m blowing up
Cops and robbers playing games like hold them up
Turning my life around
I’m never giving up
I used to be upside-down
Thought I was a king when I was acting like a clown
I bend to the bottom someone headed to the top
And when I get there right never gonna stop
I’m so blessed I’m so happy
It’s so right
I’m fresh dressed
My best vest is too tight
Uh yeah opposite of kryptonite
Let me ask you one time
How you going to live your life
We will come to see
How madly I am down
All you and me
Been spending most of our life
Living in a pastime paradise
