C.M.L. - Deeper Than Death lyrics

I might die and go to hell for the
Shit I done did for the gang, man
Fuck it (Armani, this shit stuey, boy)
I been stepping on these niggas, man
I ain't got no motherfucking sense, man, yo

Ain't no feelings in my heart, bitch
I'm in too deep waking up in cold sweat
I'm getting killed in my sleep
My mama text me every morning
Say she praying for me
I text my mama right back and
Say I'm playing for keeps
She be crying on my phone, man
I tell her she weak
You better ask about your son
I put tags on feet
She told me her friend told her
That there's money on me
I just laughed out loud 'cause
It's funny to me you gave birth to a killer


It's a hundred on me
And I ain't never ever lacking
When I'm running the streets
I'm putting niggas underground when
They run into me
And I mean every word, so don't run into me
I was counting on Bris
But the bro didn't make it
I was counting on Jody
But the bro didn't make it
Nigga shot my brother Dreda and they
Mad that he made it
That's my daddy second son
So I'm killing like Jason
They shot Jayge five times
He was only fifteen
That's my mama's sister's son
So I'm letting off steam
I bought a case of Chinese choppers
Just supporting the team
Sending hit's from the pen if
You know what I mean
If I die and go to hell, blood
I feel like I won
I'm the one that took your twin
Brother life with this gun
Talking 'bout I chase him down, boy
He couldn't even run
And I stood over that boy
Filled him up with the drum
If I'm lying, then I'm dying, boy
And I ain't dead
I'm the sickest in the streets
They got a mill' on my head
Caught him on his granny porch
Hit him all in his leg
He couldn't get up in the house
I hit him all in his dreads
I've been going through some thangs
Heart filled up with pain
Since they killed my nigga Jack, boy
My life ain't been the same
I been tripping on the suckers
Filling niggas up with flames
All I think about is dying, blood
But who am I to blame?
FaceTiming with my father
He thought I was acting shy
I couldn't look him in the eye 'cause
He ain't never seen me cry
All my best friends is dead
All I wanna do is slide
I'll do a hundred years before
A nigga make me hide
My sister said I'm crazy, man
I told her she a lie mama scared for you
I think mama getting high
They killed MO3 and King Von died
We living in the last days
I just want to survive
I'm richer than a bitch
Them niggas barely getting by
They want to kill your brother 'cause
They know that I'm the guy
Dripping in designer, every day a nigga fly
I'm a killer
I'ma stretch you if you ain't up on my side
I cried last week when my grandmama died
That shit broke me down, boy
It hurt me deep inside
I couldn't even move, man, I felt paralyzed
I told Bankroll, "Leave the opps terrified"
The pain that I'm feeling
Never felt this shit before
My father used to tell me, "Son
This shit is not a joke"
When Brandin Briggs died, man
I swear my heart was broke
I'll raise his son like he mine
That's on my grandmama's soul
They killed my brother Stunna Nuk in
Front of all his kids i was in prison crying
Like a motherfucking bitch
When they shot my mama's son
I felt like they took out my rib
They tried to kill my brother Dreda for
The shit that I done did, nigga
When them bitches set me up
Them niggas shot me in my Porsche
Them niggas shot me in my leg
Them niggas could've did me worse
I ain't panic
I just hit the gas and let it go to work
I wasn't hurt, this the shit that
Come with bitches when you flirt, nigga

This the shit that come with
Bitches when you flirt, nigga