Mental History Lyrics

PREVIEW OF MENTAL HISTORY LYRICS

CH:
live like me, chains and the key
cuffs on the wrist and the pads on the knees
live like me cold on the streets
code of the block and the dope up the sleeves


VER 1-
live like me
homie I killed him just to get a dime, just to get by
living life or living high, its a sacrafice
living in a suicide my hoods a homicide
living love or living lies, i see them driving by
riding slow and creeping by, saying who it be
if you shit aint right, you lose you life
for who you use to be, dead corners silent night
tears creeping cause my mom cant get over
the sober fact i aint coming back
some body just holla back.

CH:
live like me, chains and the key
cuffs on the wrist and the pads on the knees
live like me cold on the streets
code of the block and the dope up the sleeves

live like me, chains and the key
cuffs on the wrist and the pads on the knees
live like me cold on the streets
code of the block and the dope up the sleeves

live like me, chains and the key
cuffs on the wrist and the pads on the knees
live like me cold on the streets
code of the block and the dope up the sleeves

live like me, chains and the key
cuffs on the wrist and the pads on the knees
live like me cold on the streets
code of the block and the dope up the sleeves