Intro: 62nd Assassin
I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll.
On the other side of 123rd St. bro'.
Nothing known but a bank roll.
On the other side of 123rd St. bro'.
Bringing it straight off the currency.
Now this shit is tough.
I got this shit magic from here to Texas trap.
With the god's jewels stash.
I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll.
On the other side of 123rd bro'.
Yo, that's that.
I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll.
Chorus: Prodigal Sunn
Life is reality, reality is life
People living trife, the world filled with strife
The gods living, writing exact, too many lacks
Black on black crime, no vest, another victim laided to rest
Life is reality, reality is life
Niggaz living trife, bitches living sheisty,
the gods living, writing exact
Too many lacks, black on black crime
No vest, another victim laided to rest
Life is reality, reality
Life is reality, reality
Life is reality, reality is life
Niggaz living trife, bitches living sheist
The gods living, writing exact
Too many lacks, black on black crime
No vest, another victim laided to rest
Life is reality, reality, life is reality
Life is reality, reality
[Prodigal Sunn (62nd Assassin)]
Break bread, eliminate feds and dead heads
I seen the bloodshed, devils decay, torture, enslave
>From Red Hook to Compton, Fort Green to Albany
Galleries of artillery, a symphony, millitary
Some adversaries and fairies caught the bad decision
Physical collision, we leave 'em deaf and holy like some christians
(A new incorporation, your rap exoriantation
Not a reorientation, or interntation
