Malachai Malicious Premonitions lyrics

Malachai Malicious


Premonitions



Verse 1

When I reflect I think about my son/
I hate what i do but do it to get it done/
I make money off muthafukers who get spun/
The money stopped once I pinched the sack just for fun/
My girl said it best dont get high on your supply/
Either the dope or your boss will watch you die/
I fucked up now Im stuck in situations/
Bad habits brought character deframations/
I started slangin dimes then advanced to grams/
Got sick of giving most my check to uncle sam/
I never thought it would ever come to this/
I miss the days back when business was bliss/
Growing up i was sick and well defined/
In and out of jail and penetentiary time/
I slung product to have finer things in life/
I lost cars, I lost pads and my son and my wife/
Im enslaved in a grave that I dug for myself/
I let my habit get the best and spent all my wealth/
Now I aint got a muthafuckin thing to show/
All i got is this debt and a habit for dope/




Chorus

Everytime I go to sleep I toss and I turn/
Should of seen this coming from the bridges I burned/
Premonitions keep me up most of the night/
The only time I relax is when my lungs take flight/
Repeat 2x




Verse 2

You know you fucked up when you cant re up/
Who'd trust a muthafucker caught up in product/
This cold fact came to me pretty abrubt/
I had a feeling my higher ups would errupt/
I used to have their trust now its long gone/
I caught wind that im through it wont be long/
I remember moms always said son stay strong/
I think about this taking tokes off a bong/
I contemplate how i became this weak/

Ive been having premonitions i'll be dead within weeks/
Im only ten grand in debt/
Will it be the death of me yet/
I pray not cause I got mouths to feed/
Been smokin so much both my lungs bleed/
At one time cash money was my only need/
Now a certain substance became my only greed/
Everytime I wake up I know its all bad/
They hold my fate right in the palm of their hand/
Sooner or later judgment is where i'll stand/
God forgive my sins I never been a good man/




Chorus 2X




Verse 3

I sense death singing my cell starts ringing/
My boss wants to meet. how many heads they bringing/
Shiiit Im at fourth and joy across from the church/
I look outside and see 4 muthafuckers perched/
Theres a knock at the door its one of my whores/
Unlock the chain with my glock prepared for war/
Wish I could of foresaw what was in store/
I just sold her a dub maybe she wants more/
I open up and 4 mutherfuckers rush in/
Adrenaline pumping circles of sin begin/
I unload 4 rounds aimed right at their face/
Jump behind the couch and put one in their place/
Heat rushin through my leg blood starts leakin/
I finish my clip what a hell of a weekend/
I reach for the other clip I hide on my side/
Reload run to the back like Im goin outside/
My ears ring and I see a flash of light/
I fall to the floor but still go with all my might/
I hold my glock tight and explode like dynamite/
I always said if I go out Im a go out right/
All I smell in the air is blood and gunsmoke/
What I wouldnt give for one last toke/
I look down at blood the whole floors soaked/
My whole body goes numb like muthafukin coke/
I hear footsteps it all fades to black/
I wonder what spot the lord will put me at/
Fates a muthafucker but then so is payback/

(Gunfire)