[Intro] This is a celebration of life No matter what level Able to rationalise is a blessing Big boys relate Bottles in the air
[Verse 1] Closed caskets, memorial viewings I'm mostly behind mics, got the audio cueing Despite sending off kites, try to ignore the confusion My sights is set on life, nothing's more to be proven Sound polite once it's verbalised, rapped all nice But for strikes, too internalise the facts'll bite Like serpent eyes, I can see through the blackest nights I mastered gripes, plus my mathematics is right Bullet wounds, but still alive is too much to consume For a nigga that's paralyzed, once a functional goon Add all the tombs, 30 years can bring a nigga to tears Neutralising, numbing his care, can you imagine you there? I'm elsewhere, my chick pussy pretty shaped like a pear A derierre'll make a queer nigga sit there and stare This is the year since the ball drop, been balling on top Done came the Kobe death, COVID and cops
[Verse 2] Cribs bought and sold, coupes been drove Too many cooks over the stove, had to reduce the load We old, no excuses but truth be told Once a nigga become froze, his youth get stole I'm in mode, even my celly got security code Conspiracy now I'm looked at as lyrically chose Where the hoes? Gimme a Cliqo, make it a Rosé Niggas finito, just fold, I'm 'bout to explode But peep though, when it's dark I still envision the NARCs Raiding a nigga crib from my days as a kid Happy I slid, half the team still serving they bids But dig, if anybody, niggas glad that I did Never hid, I'm a street nigga speak what I live Whatever bridge gotta cross, pop the cork and swig And understand, it's out of my hand if it's part of the plan 300 grand 'til the Rolls Royce land
[Verse 3] Three decades, hitting the fourth A fifth of Smirnoff pour for niggas caught in the cross Lost in thought, my sons be my moral support The homies with handguns, them niggas come with the fort Avoiding court, but these clowns'll make you force an assault That's why either I'm out of town or getting off in the loft I'm from the cloth, being sane is my main resource But the pain is what explains why there's no remorse I'm on course for the kitchen counter, filleting the flounder What's worse? When the wrong niggas wanna lounge around ya Dodging the system, most dissolving in prison So many passed besides family, niggas hardly miss 'em Prepare, this is the year for y'all niggas to fear And if you never look death in the eyes, then don't stare I'm here with expectations from exceptional pacing Still punish, and peel 100s like I'm on vacationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
