With My Last Breath

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[Intro] Yeah, Crucified Turn it up a little bit I like to hear this shit loud Witness the miracle Water to Wine [Verse 1: Crucified] Yeah, they better hide outside The Crucified forever high when I ride by Smoked out, feelin' fried out the mind wild I'm hoverin' over the crowd, see when I fly Open eyes, open mind, see the sign times Some hopin' I chose to die but I'm focused, rhyme Notice I'm 'posed to shine, angry posers always hide Poster-size every post of mine, one atrocious mind Every rose is mine on the golden road of open lines And every glowing vine, sip the finest wine, no hope for crime I'm always on my grind 'cause money is significant Magnificent design, without it you ain't gettin' shit I'm always gettin' mine, it's funny how these bitches get So blurry over time, and all these motherfuckers gettin' mad It ain't like mine, see them mad 'cause they don't shine And I'm mad 'cause they all whine, try to diss me, it ain't right But fuck all them hoes' lives, I'm doin' my shit right I'm focused on myself and on my future dollar signs So why, should I even listen? I don't I'm on a mission, keep on counting witness, they won't [Bridge: Crucified] My people always down to get them Benjamins so Like addiction of flow, get it twisted and go Shit is vicious and cold, now I'm gripping his throat Ain't no bitches, kinfolk, just so snitches could know [Chorus: Crucified] And with my last breath I'll prob'ly be choppin' Zoned out, still high my heart stoppin' Thinkin' 'bout the shit that I done did Like I wish it was when I was a kid, damn right, man With my last breath I'll prob'ly be choppin' Zoned out, still high my heart stoppin' Thinkin' 'bout the shit that I done did Like I wish it was when I was a kid, damn right, man [Verse 2: Idol] Why Just... why [Chorus: Crucified] And with my last breath I'll prob'ly be choppin' Zoned out, still high my heart stoppin' Thinkin' 'bout the shit that I done did Like I wish it was when I was a kid, damn right, man With my last breath I'll prob'ly be choppin' Zoned out, still high my heart stoppin' Thinkin' 'bout the shit that I done did Like I wish it was when I was a kid, damn right, man
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