Death its our tail, our tail.
Everything that we gain, fame and fortune serves no purpose in the end.
He's free from the struggle and demands of living.
Police think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma