Intro: 62nd Assassin

I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll.

On the other side of 123rd St. bro'.

Nothing known but a bank roll.

On the other side of 123rd St. bro'.

Bringing it straight off the currency.

Now this shit is tough.

I got this shit magic from here to Texas trap.

With the god's jewels stash.

I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll.

On the other side of 123rd bro'.

Yo, that's that.

I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll.

Chorus: Prodigal Sunn

Life is reality, reality is life

People living trife, the world filled with strife

The gods living, writing exact, too many lacks

Black on black crime, no vest, another victim laided to rest

Life is reality, reality is life

Niggaz living trife, bitches living sheisty,

the gods living, writing exact

Too many lacks, black on black crime

No vest, another victim laided to rest

Life is reality, reality

Life is reality, reality

Life is reality, reality is life

Niggaz living trife, bitches living sheist

The gods living, writing exact

Too many lacks, black on black crime

No vest, another victim laided to rest

Life is reality, reality, life is reality

Life is reality, reality

[Prodigal Sunn (62nd Assassin)]

Break bread, eliminate feds and dead heads

I seen the bloodshed, devils decay, torture, enslave

>From Red Hook to Compton, Fort Green to Albany

Galleries of artillery, a symphony, millitary

Some adversaries and fairies caught the bad decision

Physical collision, we leave 'em deaf and holy like some christians

(A new incorporation, your rap exoriantation

Not a reorientation, or interntation