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ar-ab - thousand deaths lyrics

[chorus]
they say a coward die a thousand deaths
so tell a coward “got a hour left”
they find his body on his mama steps
it’s nothing personal, it’s about a cheque
they say a coward die a thousand deaths
well tell a coward “got a hour left”
i’ma die about my respect
i’m running sh+t until i’m outta breath

[verse 1]
i pour my pain through the pencil
my warm heart turned vengeful
that f+ck n+gga on his menstrual
how come my brother put it into him?
just found out that my friend ain’t who i thought he was
soon as we lost, that n+gga left for the warriors
i guess the money made him curious
enemy k!lls, i’m notorious
i’ve grown immune to the suffering
gimme a spoon, i’ma double it
he had the ball and he fumbled it
i pulled him out, now i’m punishing
we in the hunger games, katniss everdeen
my pot and my scales never clean
i’m selling methamphetamines
i guess that sucker had another dream
[chorus]
they say a coward die a thousand deaths
so tell a coward “got a hour left”
they find his body on his mama steps
it’s nothing personal, it’s about a cheque
they say a coward die a thousand deaths
well tell a coward “got a hour left”
i’ma die about my respect
i’m running sh+t until i’m outta breath

[verse 2]
we talking trap when i’m the blueprint
sh+t i’ma eat till i’m toothless
the definition of true grit
i just met the plug at ruth chris
all my friends is secret competition
i know they writing but i’m optimistic
they wanna talk it out but i ain’t tryna listen
and if we get the drop, you know you gotta finish
planning home invasions, doing homework
do my own work, i’m moving covert
doing pole work, n+ggas shoot like the old durk
and i ain’t got a job but the stove work
future so bright but we judged by past
we beat murder once, i know the judge on our ass
hit a n+gga car with the judge till he crash
quick draw, die with the gun on his lap
[chorus]
they say a coward die a thousand deaths
so tell a coward “got a hour left”
they find his body on his mama steps
it’s nothing personal, it’s about a cheque
they say a coward die a thousand deaths
well tell a coward “got a hour left”
i’ma die about my respect
i’m running sh+t until i’m outta breath

- ar ab lyrics

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