Dead That Shit

Lyrics

[Intro: Blue November] Left Field nigga. Shit, I'm a little under the weather but still cold enough to freeze you niggas. Haha! Yo, yo... [Verse 1: Blue November] Fucking up your synagogue, and then we send for God Crooked laws, but straight smiles: psychopathic but we came miles Rather sugar cane near the Great Nile (Nile) Drug vails keep my paranoia from acting wild (Wild) When we pull up we The Hateful Eight You'll surely meet a ghastly fate, no debate Ashing all on your floor (Yuh!) Dickheads appointed pop stars to keep us for glow (Yeah) Motherfuckers glorifying little Xannax and ho's Target a dumb nigga, arrow and bow 'Cause you not worth the bullet (Nah) See I don't have to pull it (Nah) I deserve a Pulitzer for scripting when you couldn't, you shouldn't If you had the chance you probably wouldn't, look [Chorus: Blue November] You better dead that shit and dead that quick You niggas better dead that shit and dead that quick You better get a brand new flow 'cause that shit weak You battered to the death by your label, that ain't me (No!) You niggas better dead that shit and dead that quick You niggas better dead that shit and dead that quick You better get a brand new flow 'cause that shit weak You battered to the death by your label, that ain't me (No!) [Verse 2: Blue November] Simple as mathematics and people don't understand it Until he pull out the static and now he real as the canvas Or real as that Uncle Sam that put his ass in the slammer Or real as some hating ass bitches that plot on him while he sleep Shots flying all in a dream 'cause of products he couldn't reach Even though his land is a mine of the dopest gold you can find Few seconds left on the Vine, make your moment for the divine He was hoping to live forever but fuck it dawg never mind See that my mama calling and you know that I can't decline See that my ex is calling she don't know where I reside If my brothers need it I hunt it and bring it back for the supper We up and down for the ruckus, we ready coming this summer They dead [Verse 3: Zae The Philosopher] It costs a pretty penny for the bitch that I got with me, aye Damn I love my city slide down 50 hitting 58 Spanish girls been all up on my mind lately I'm trying to decide give me time, baby Niggas acting goofy, buy some hoopties just to get me straight Ease on my mind got me patient I lie through the day If I'm in the club twenty-piece standing next to me Why the fuck you testing me? Your weed look like sesame seeds Need to breathe better weed I got if you need, please I won't even bleed if a nigga hit me Trying to get all around all these obstacles Waking up to a couple new articles Cold like Antarctica, y'all niggas tripping bro Fuck you sippin' bro I'm down with (w)raps and the written ho's I need better rituals Yeah I heard the track that I was getting on supposedly But that shit ain't a go to me No that shit ain't a go to me That nigga ain't my bro to me No that shit ain't a go to me I'm at the party shit I'm waiting for my bro to leave [Chorus: Blue November] You better dead that shit and dead that quick You niggas better dead that shit and dead that quick You better get a brand new flow 'cause that shit weak You battered to the death by your label, that ain't me (No!) You niggas better dead that shit and dead that quick You niggas better dead that shit and dead that quick You better get a brand new flow 'cause that shit weak You battered to the death by your label, that ain't me (No!)