In the Perils of the Wilderness by Filip Filipi Lyrics
Verse 1
This is for the haters you
Used my CD for a coaster
Testarossa next time i see em
And Imma see em thru Versace lens
Maserati birdcage, fuck a 'benz
That's the city of god
But he don't live there
That's where i was born
And Imma die there
No respect for the value of life
Quick to pull a gun or a knife
We had 20 winters, no summer
Whole life was the come up
Whole life hold guns up
Whole life asking God help me
Till i helped myself, now they hate
But hey
I got mouths to feed
I sold apples to eve
Came to the chapel with thieves
Kept ratchets up the sleeve
Kept ratchets when I sleep
That's my sword
And my soul the lords to keep
If I should die before I wake (wake)
Hook
Sing for the fame
Dig in they brain
Pitch 'caine
You be rich
Is what they tell em
Till the bullet embedded in their cerebellum
Now what you tell they mothers
They babies under covers
Verse 2
Hold the hearse, scream god love us
Hands clenched as they look to god above us
He would've been 21, still 18 to us, like his life froze
Rose got clipped before it gave bloom
And its so sad you can pray with both hands
Same hands that used to bag grams
But ain't nothing 'gon bring him back
Came and went like the words on this track and that's a fact
This is for the haters you
Used my CD for a coaster
Testarossa next time i see em
And Imma see em thru Versace lens
Maserati birdcage, fuck a 'benz
That's the city of god
But he don't live there
That's where i was born
And Imma die there
No respect for the value of life
Quick to pull a gun or a knife
We had 20 winters, no summer
Whole life was the come up
Whole life hold guns up
Whole life asking God help me
Till i helped myself, now they hate
But hey
I got mouths to feed
I sold apples to eve
Came to the chapel with thieves
Kept ratchets up the sleeve
Kept ratchets when I sleep
That's my sword
And my soul the lords to keep
If I should die before I wake (wake)
Hook
Sing for the fame
Dig in they brain
Pitch 'caine
You be rich
Is what they tell em
Till the bullet embedded in their cerebellum
Now what you tell they mothers
They babies under covers
Verse 2
Hold the hearse, scream god love us
Hands clenched as they look to god above us
He would've been 21, still 18 to us, like his life froze
Rose got clipped before it gave bloom
And its so sad you can pray with both hands
Same hands that used to bag grams
But ain't nothing 'gon bring him back
Came and went like the words on this track and that's a fact