Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song When I'm Dead , by - DJ EFNRelease date: 02.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
When I'm Dead |
| Oh you feel that you crazy? |
| What make you crazy? |
| What make you feel above this rusty 380? |
| What make you think you could walk through this crazy hood? |
| What make you think plea coppin' gon' do you any good? |
| Where you from? |
| Who you know? |
| Where you tryna go? |
| Don’t answer that just listen before I let it blow |
| Why should I let you go? |
| Boy you don’t know |
| It’s drama down here so much blood be wettin' the flo' |
| You got a pistol on you? |
| You try and line me up |
| You try and get the drop on me little grimey fuck |
| Them niggas send you through for like 90 bucks |
| Dirty ass nigga just for that I should light you up |
| Or maybe I’m just p’noid? |
| Maybe you just passin' through my hood and I’m a wild ass d-boy |
| Either way I got the drop can’t fall back |
| So e’rything is your pockets I need all that |
| Now can you say what you want? |
| I tell you off top |
| (Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!) |
| Hit 'em with a little, hit 'em with a lot |
| (Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!) |
| So is you wit' me? |
| (whattup) You wit' me? |
| (whattup) |
| (Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!) |
| You wit' me? |
| (whattup) You wit' me? |
| (whattup) |
| If you ain’t really wit' us then shut the fuck up! |
| Yo my heart’s incarcerated with bars that I jot on pages |
| The hardest artist regardless my verses are carbon plated |
| Soon as a six spitter diminish ya six figures |
| A vision the gift to winners depicted as Chris Rivers |
| Switch hitter, two face niggas get hit viciously |
| One on each side cause lord knows I love my symmetry |
| Mentally I’m parallel to all you niggas lyrically |
| You will never come close touch, or even visit me |
| Nothin' to lose, blast rush in these shoes |
| I love music spit a verse and bust a nut in the booth |
| You fuckin with truth, chubby nigga chasin' that cheese toast |
| Knock a nigga out runnin' his mouth it’s the east coast |
| Planet earth, pack a hearse spectacular vernacular |
| Ambassador I’m smashin' you amateurs with excalibur |
| King or the fiend wanna be slaughtered be destroyer |
| All I do is make music drink water skeet daughters |
| Now can you say what you want? |
| I tell you off top |
| (Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!) |
| Hit 'em with a little, hit 'em with a lot |
| (Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!) |
| So is you wit' me? |
| (whattup) You wit' me? |
| (whattup) |
| (Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!) |
| You wit' me? |
| (whattup) You wit' me? |
| (whattup) |
| If you ain’t really wit' us then shut the fuck up! |
| I’ll be damn if I do, I’ll be damn if I don’t |
| Take a chance to get rich, I’ll be damn if I won’t |
| Will I chrome when I tote? |
| You know the shit is dope |
| Where I’m from in the streets, you know hope floats |
| This elixir mr. |
| got a maze in Vista |
| On your girl, mom and sister play a naked Twister |
| Thought I was sleep no, hybernatin' |
| Comin' out poppin' Murray gets it shakin' |
| Terror on the streets, terror on the beats |
| Era I’m a eat, watch what you say to Keith |
| My Furious Five pack toasters no holsters |
| Find the grandmaster and the Flash is over |
| D-E-F, DJ EFN |
| It’s a Crazy Hood we livin' in |
| I’m a grow regardless nigga nuff said |
| Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead |
| Now can you say what you want? |
| I tell you off top |
| (Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!) |
| Hit 'em with a little, hit 'em with a lot |
| (Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!) |
| So is you wit' me? |
| (whattup) You wit' me? |
| (whattup) |
| (Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!) |
| You wit' me? |
| (whattup) You wit' me? |
| (whattup) |
| If you ain’t really wit' us then shut the fuck up! |