he's dead/ jarod can't live Lyrics

Left my life in ah box

Wrapped in plastic

Flip blunt tips until I ash it

Dropped like

Bad habits

Money stretch like elastic

Gripping tight on my favorite flask

In my favorite casket

Stuck in traffic

Nose bleed summers

Under ah rock in ah hard place

I'm trying to save face and break the bank

Trying to show my grandmother

That it's more than just ah phase

And I'm sick of barely eating

Though my pen still carry weight

So why wait

Poppa told me duck the creatures

Find the preachers

Rap arsonist

I take ah hit and you parched and shit

I might go find another bed to lay my head

Pretend like you ain't hear that

Where that rapper shit

How many licks you hit

Did you serve ah brick

I heard you popping shit my nigga

Know you died for the times

And they stole it

Where the rhymes

Nigga I aint had the time

I been working on my grind

No the summer gets cold

And the winter gets old

Can you still find time

Can you still heal my soul

Know you died for the times

And they stole it

Where the rhymes

Nigga I aint had the time

I been working on my grind

No the summer gets cold

And the winter gets old

Can you still find time

Can you still heal my soul