Dreamshatter617 - Cousin of DEATH - (Official Video) Shot by CAMERAMAN JP - Produced by J PATZ

New music from the sophomore album from Dreamshatter617 titled EXAMS


Video shot by
CAMERAMAN JP

Lyrics Written and Performed by
Dreamshatter617

Produced by
J PATZ

Recorded and engineered by
OTW KILO

Shout out to my mans
Will Hogan


Cousin of DEATH


I do it for the culture
You doing this
for the pedistal
Its not about the
Ice its bout
Whos flows the
Wettest yo

Im dipped in
The patriots
Neva was an atheist
My city is on
Some crazy ish
Always got the
Hazy lit

Respect or some
Papers
The only thing
U can pay me wit
The only time Shatter switch up
Is when
Im Changin whips

I never take life
4play Cuz sleep will
Take ya life away
I used to drink
A sprite a day
Now I pray for Brighter days

17 Im Lightin haze
19 i was coppin
White
Made 250 and moved it
that's if they
Chopped it right

Herring Bone chain swinging
Hardaway's, Mountain bike,
Chinese food made it home safe on
A propper night

I stays on my grind
These shorties
Butter me up
Goin hard till
Them Fendi shirts
Cover me up

Its the two faced n
Fakes that I never
Could trust
Gotta know how to
Analyze the love
And discust

Till my future wife
N seeds never have
To see the poverty
U can seek
the Message the reason
for my psychology

Im talking Millions
that Dr Dre
that jigga money
Where I can fall back on a yaught
and watch
The city money

U into cloutism
Me im in
The algorithm
Dude played himself
To sell millions u
Blowin sour wit em

Sleep is the cousin
Of death! You spendin
Hours wit em
Ops take ya life while
U sittin n watchin power wit em

Didn't understand
My Og's
But now i get em
Robbery that turned
Into murder you pushin
Flowers wit em

The Rappers now
Leadin the youth into
The Slaughter house
Thats why I paint
Pictures like John
Williams Waterhouse

Street advisory like
The Price cooper
Water House
Leave the game a real one
the same way
I started out

Checking my surroundings
Anyone around me
Every car pullin up
All my bars is
Astounding...

Ground breaking
4 lb leave u
On the ground shaking
Blood stains
headshots leave
Ya whole crown aching

I see the clowns faking
the yes men
Iggin em on
Hollows comin out
They sick of
His songs

And I know that friends
come and go so
Ranomly
Too many snakes
Out my whole
Lane is candidly

The fastlife
People gonna hate
So they gas lite
Im slow movin
Like a inmate on
His last strike

I aint taking chances
like a skater in the half pipe