Death Is Not An Option - Heems

1: Bodega Bamz]

I’m from that 456 line, that cocaine brick time

Razor blades rest on my tongue, cutting curfew, shit

I’m from the slums, let me serve you

Real cause my verbal ill, bring the hearse through

Killer papis murk you, Chill,

Cold shoulders how I,

Motorola ringing still, with that old flow, Dojo

Chop that work, coco, snowcone, icy

My quarter’s real pricey, hide the crack up in my socks

Now it’s stinking up my Nikes

I got bars, hit this converse, chucking up the dirt

Motherfucker loading SK’s, Nahright,

Got that bitch like «nah, right?»

Across the jaw, should have paid attention to your blind side

Tanboy, mob life, second coming god like

Spanish Harlem all the way to Wash Heights, love by

Tanboy, mob life, second coming god like

Spanish Harlem all the way to Wash Heights, love by

Slap a tooth out a ho mouth

Tell 'em I told you, tell 'em I owed you

See me coming out the bodega with a dutchie and a jumbo Goya juicebox

Looking tight-bummy in my tube socks

Y’all all soft, all off, I go raw dog on a bitch, ya’ll go soft

On a bitch, ride till I’m rich, fly as a bitch.

(daamn)

Death is not an option, I’ll come back and haunt em

Fuck it if they want him, can’t see him cause he on one

Bust that ill shit, head explode

Leave that bitch bloody in the road

Me that shit dunny, check the flow

You don’t wanna test the water

Death shark, death shark, blood in the water

Fuck your man bitch, look he a goner

He try, he die, he lie

He not like me

Me, me, me, it’s all about me

Mi, mi, mi, mi, that’s a vocal warm up

I’m on that F Train, I’m on that BQE

The best brain, she freak with me, frequently

Everybody love me, I’m Raymond

I’m Tony Bourdain, I don’t need a reservation

Okay then, I’m wasted, geeked and I’m spacing,

Weed that I’m blazing, and E that it’s laced with

Codeine and some K, and we freaking and shaking

My seeds that she’s tasting, cream that we wasting

Jesus, I’m Bacon, reach in the spaceship

Green that I’m making, Greece for vacation

Scenes they vacating, keep them placated

Eat and then say shit, the beat that I’m slaying

Is palpably, probably, purposely playing

Seems like it’s pavement, concrete solid

That is keeping swaying

Death is not an option, I’ll come back and haunt em

Fuck it if they want, ah-ah-ah-ah

Death is not an option, I’ll come back and haunt em