| His life flashed in front his eyes police sirens
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| Harmonizing with a woman on the corner crying
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| Transported back to a young child that his grandma raised
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| His father wasn’t around… mother working for a wage
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| He loved football and music when the football fizzled
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| Due to injury, got himself on a rap star mission
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| He was good in school but school too slow
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| Part group though
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| The Gustos you know the type of street kids who shoot those
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| At studios popping off on the opps like he spins the blocks
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| Video shot Worldstar and Youtube hot
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| Knots in his tube socks flashing money on his socials
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| Mad shows too, no longer considered local
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| Was on the road when he found out his grandma passed
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| It’s bittersweet cause h made it now the fam all sad
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| Flew back to J.F.K., nws spread he’s back in town
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| Even police warned him not to be caught lacking when around
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| But he couldn’t miss the opportunity to ball
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| After the funeral, him and his boys made a few calls
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| Name getting lit sitting on the couch with Vlad
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| Played the part like he really bout that
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| The label scouts wanna sign him feeling like the world in his palm
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| Rooftop midtown fly girl in his arms
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| On his way out he seen the dude he dissed in the song
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| Bullets flew through the boulevard in a blink he was gone |