Destined to be a bandit
Give me life in prison or a death sentence
But those bars better hold, if I die wrap me in lace,
My bandit skull, and a white rose
These bitches be cold like the gallery sold them
Wrap them in gold, make them feel like they chosen
Wanna grow old but I think that I'm broken
I think that I'm broken
Your story's been told and your body is frozen
My soul has been sold and you are my token
We reap what we sow, I know that I'm broken
I know that I'm broken
I lost faith in you like I lost my keys
Head pop now I'm running down the street
I'm on a bad side of town
That's all of Los Santos now
And I'm just another face in the crowd
These bitches be cold like the gallery sold them
Wrap them in gold, make them feel like they chosen
Wanna grow old but I think that I'm broken
I think that I'm broken
Your story's been told and your body is frozen
My soul has been sold and you are my token
We reap what we sow, I know that I'm broken
I know that I'm broken
I'm a black sheep laying on a pile of money
Got some fans, they say that they love me
If you're working Dean World or in a bison grinding oxy
Thank for listening while my heart is still beating
These bitches be cold like the gallery sold them
Wrap them in gold, make them feel like they chosen
Wanna grow old but I think that I'm broken
I think that I'm broken
Your story's been told and your body is frozen
My soul has been sold and you are my token
We reap what we sow, I know that I'm broken
I know that I'm broken