My Dying Day

MY DYING DAY
PUBLISHED BY: Middle Finger Recordz (2017−2019)
PRODUCED BY: Native-Instruments in collaboration w/Young Snipe
ADDITIONAL PRODUCTION BY: Sylent @ The Padded Room, Norwalk, CA
WRITTEN & RECORDED BY: Sylent @ The Padded Room, Norwalk, CA
MIXED & MASTERED BY: Steve Vicious @ San Diego, CA
Lyrics:
Yeah. Thatz right. Itz time to throw up them dubz. ‘Bout to show you
motherfuckerz how we do it on our side. Check it
(PRE-CHORUS)
The westcoast don’t give a fuck
Thatz why you can’t throw dubz without the middlez up
The westcoast don’t give a fuck
Thatz why you can’t throw dubz without the middlez up !!!
This is how we do it in L.A.
You better show respect ‘cause we don’t play Getting killed for shit you knew
you shouldn’t say Representing S.E.L.A. till my dying day
This is how we do it in L.A.
You better show respect ‘cause we don’t play
Getting killed for shit you knew you shouldn’t say
In L.A. / In L.A.
(1st VERSE)
I heard the bell ring / I was late to the New School
Ditched the first dayz / I’ma do what I do
Timez gonna pass / But it will never change me
Old dogg / New trickz / Biting with the same old rabiez
I’m the realeast rapper that never made it
Success slipped out of my reach / I didn’t take it
They hate that I ignore the hate / I’m strolling through life I go wherever the
wind blowz like a roll of the dice
You got a ho for a wife / Truth iz, your hynaz a dyke
‘Cause she gotta fuck a pussy like you every night
I don’t even gotta buy toilet paper again
‘Cause I wipe my azz with all this hate mail they send
Beginning of the end / Chicano Rapz on life support
While they’re milking what they can like bitch wivez in court
Your motherfucken glory dayz are all up in the past tense
They pulled the plug / Now I’m Chicano Rapz last breath!
(CHORUS / 2nd VERSE)
Better double check your blueprint, homie / You ain’t built like that
They wanna spit that murder rap then get killed like that
Rest in peace / Chicano Rap will be the death of me
Let it be / I gave my all / Nothing else iz left of me
Couch lock / Wait / I bounce, rock, skate
Roll your hyna so hard / Now I can’t piss straight
Playaz hate me ‘cause I’m making all the pantiez drop
Like Jay-Z in an elevator / Fighting bitchez off
I’m Deebo / When you see me rolling up on my wheelz
You’re tucking in your family jewelz like you’re Buffalo Bill
I keep it honest and real in every line that I wrote
I got a dick like chronic / Makin all the first timerz choke
Now only God can judge me but my recordz fill cratez
So the D.A. walkz into court like a D. J
Until my dying day / I rep for all of my doggz
So stick the middle fingerz high up in that L.A. smog !!!