Andre Nickatina, Equipto - Morire Da Solo (Die Alone) lyrics

Man ima die alone
Lonely with a hole in my soul
Sorta like poker when you fold
Wearin hot furs in the cold
Man ima die alone
You feel the greed all in my bones
Excuse my religion for the cash
How long will it last?
I see the future in my weed bag
Man ima die alone
The bitches even said on the phone
Im in the zone in my own home
I spit it like a cobra
Im right over yah shoulda
My zodiac signs in yah mind till it's ova
Man ima die alone
Man i can feel the hands of the gods
They come when i open tha koran
Cause even when i'm gone man get an ipod
Man it'll let you know that im
A kappa not a don man god khan
I spent years like my last days here
I work it from the back, to the front
To the rear yes dear a real rap cats in
The buildin before i leave
Tell me how yah feelin, man ima die alone

You can't creamate me down to the ashes
Don't wanna see my momma cryin' over a casket
Now fast i like man my life's like a party
Envisions of me diein like im
Were cindy and marchy i was real deal razor
Playin through all the drama
From coke deals high heels all of the karma
Comin back
Every breath fufilling a slow death
Although you know i can't expect anythin less
I was the front line just
To fight your battle
Like the chay at the bay
It's just me and my shadow
I handle it till im gone
And old with arthritis
The grinds and the hustles
Drugs and all nightas
I went through all the static
Hoes and automatic
Back to back cravin the bad habit, drugs
You know ima tell it all on the microphone
And i feel it in my heart ima die alone

Die alone it might be a reala cou de thai
Imagine if you heard every rhyme
Man picture every line
Man touch every fine ass dime
Man magic on the tire make em shime
Man ima die alone
It's just like the bullets and the chrome
Your there but your really not at home
You hear the death tone through the phone
Laugh and yah gone
Everything right i get wrong
Man im the vegas type
Man what the paper like
Man holla back homie when you
Get yah paper right
Man ima die alone, roll in a benz all alone
Wrapp me like a mummie, egypt pharoah
Man sock it to my pocket like a rocket
Forever deeze words i keep my
Photo in your locket
Man sweet as cotton candy
Or even jolly ranchers
The fo fo matters cause
It's about pink gathers
Man im alone, i can't put my wings on my own
I look like an eagle when
They get fully grown
On the ropes, the gods say roll up the dope
And like stacey lathersahl hit ever note
Till im broke, man even tho it's butta
They say yo soul retreats to the gutta
With all the othas, no happiness shown
They show you from the gate
Baby, you can die alone

You can die alone