till the day I die

Yea sams sams yea yea sams I da king im da g im ya master listen to how I preach on these beats I’m not a pastor if I can find someone to get over this laughter killing is not fun, but I might have dark matter sometimes I feel like my life is a chapter sometimes it’s good and sometimes it’s a disaster gear for a factor I capture this moment we gather and laughter and let go of our lie anger yea this is sams cut off hand and berries, and whatever I so well demand im da king am da g is it so hard to understand I got bands but i still rob i make demands i make them throb make them hurt make them cry that’s no lie all this power all this anger I have locked up inside and rock on these beats till da day I die and I don’t use music cheats sheets