Lyrics:
that you still lyin[00:12.61]All about that money, that shit cap your pockets still cryin[00:15.66]Heard he said that Jus God gave him dap, crazy he
to what he's saying
Cause he's hardly a man
He's the pilot of a plane, but that shit going down
He's the only one that's calming everybody else down
He's
I'm in the spot catchin' spliff by his toilet
(Gang, gang, skrrt)
Go fund your funeral, they can’t afford it
(They can’t afford it)
Stuffin' his face,
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
and he ain’t coming back
Ain’t coming back, ain’t coming back
On the grind 9 to 5 just to switch it up
Brand new dispo and I built it up
Gunnin’ for there
and all your linear math gets diluted
Infant when he Star Spangled, packed a brand
circular medicine and deject wreck-the-tangle
Fuck
Keep on reachin', swear to God, we'll cut your hands off
Don't do no handouts, way to fly
Nigga think these bands came out of the sky, what
Nigga think
cows he saw,
A ploughin' through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
The ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were
Can you imagine
Six young kids and a stack of bills reaching to the sky
What's a man to do
No one to turn to
It's a brand-new game, struggling by
a man comin' on right now
He's garuanteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on, Wonder Mike, do what you like!
I say a can
right
Come on, boys, whoo
This is so weird having my dad on a song right now
Considering he's 50
Uh, 47
I think he's gonna make a comeback album
With some good ole mountain dew
Now my uncle Nort, he's sawed off and short
He measures about four foot two
But he thinks he's a giant when you give him
they call (No fucks)
Making this album, never had a day off
I’m really aboutta take off
Run with the bag, peeping the brand
Run with the suedes, we don’t
night he thought your battle was a wreck
Wait, you’re gonna ignore us? I’m perplexed
We’ve all sent you a message and left us all on read
Damn, I’m really
Shit get real, in a second
Dark nights, gunfights, shit and piss on the subway
He can lose his life in a eerie minute of one day
Live my whole
Take your goblets, lift them higher raise a toast up towards the sky
Can you smell the burning flesh from the men tied to the stake?
His lordship's
round
Surrounded by love, I don't get down
Imma never live that life
Cause I'm popping on the mic
We gon' never live that life
9 To 5, middle fingers
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Rest easy, gone too early
Sky is in the sky, watching over like a birdy
They say bad things happen to good people
But you were amazing big bro,
your gang to stop
Talk down on the city send my bro to slap you silly
Loaded semi and I'm swerving gritty in that brand new Hemi
He been wishing for
cows he saw,
A ploughin' through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
The ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were
cows he saw,
A ploughin' through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
The ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were
cows he saw,
A ploughin' through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
The ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were
cows he saw,
A ploughin' through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
The ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were
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