When the day comes and I leave up out this bubble 1 person gon preach my funeral 1 person gon give my eulogy Yhe rest of y'all gon be left to tell the world about me Y'all do it jus like this
Don't you add nothin to it, don't you take none away Don't you sugar-coat a word, y Ou jus give it to 'em straight This was my life, my strife, my excellence It's a good story without the extra shit Don't you add nothin to it, don't you take none away Don't you sugar-coat a word You jus give it to 'em straight This was my life, my fight, my victory And don't leave nothin out my documentary
I was a baby's baby, a young lady made me Conceived me, carried me, delivered me Into this misery. Sithout a father, the streets became My disciplinarian. The block was family The corners were my parents, and by 9 I had seen more violence Than some people see in a lifetime
I was hypnotized by the powerful, intrigued by the weak Amazed by survival, in love wit the streets The 1st time I seen what a handgun Done to a bunch of men at once I was sprung I hopped from block to block, for the cops That made me harder to spot, but I was smart Ran myself hot in antioch, so I jumped across That county line, elbows on the move Up and down central pine650 I paid 9 They bring in lebanon Somehow I was always jus a step ahead of 'em
I was hard headed. Feedless to say I had a soft ass My granddaddy didn't laugh, seldom smiled Serious about business I wasn't tryna see that belt With that threat so close, I learned to check myself My grandmomma? Well, she was a hustla's wife And she was deeply involved in a hustla's life I mean, the liquor, the whores, the abuse, and the pain And by God's grace did it wit a smile on her face
Inspirational. I learned that steal sharpens steal Friends come and go, but this money for real Pills, alcohol, kentucky skunk weed Got me sayin' too much on these fuckin drum beats I felt like everybody wanted somethin from me Forced to ask myself "who'd love me if I was bummin? " So I cried broke, jus to see how fast They'd get to hoppin' overboard wit they ship jumpin ass
I drop the chrome on the street top, everybody knows me Yuess I'm gettin older now, young'uns call me ol' g Seems like yesterday jay passed away Kat was havin kk, and goose was walkin that way She stopped, we chopped it up, I told her to hit me up She did, she in the other room sleepin wit kiki My supporters made me so proud No matter what I did, they held me down
Like juggalos wit them clowns They rolled unconditionally Lost my shit, bought my shit, stayed representin me Helped me feed my family. I tell you honestly That there's no way you could ever bother me Be glad to take a picture wit ya, I'll be glad to sign that Supposed to be dead & gone, jus look where I'm at That's God's favor mixed wit dedicated listeners Y'all ain't never quit on me & I ain't fittin' to quit on y'all
Compositor: Jasoin Bryan Winfree (Big Hay) ECAD: Obra #30366008