| This my eulogy, dig into the roots of me
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| Look into a serpent’s eyes, I can spot my enemies
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| I can hear a butterfly’s wings, you niggas centipedes
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| A den of vipers and thieves, you ain’t no friend of me
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| I think I finally rest, when I rest in peace
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| And made my soul see the gates, lay me down to sleep
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| I’m feelin' different, profitin' off my ignorance
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| But may my life be filled with other decadence
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| My mama and Grandmama, that’s black excellence
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| My girl in Air Force One like she the president
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| I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence
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| I ain’t no boy in a band, I am more than a man
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| I got the world in my palm, sittin' right in my hand
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| You know my fist stay clenched, you know my mind been gone
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| I think I lost that shit in all that Backwood smoke
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| And all that Gucci shit
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| I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence
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| I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence
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| Havin' thoughts of suicide, but I just be concealin' them
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| I been callin' out to God but I just don’t be hearin' him
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| I just try to stay alive and navigate my business
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| It’s gotta' be like somethin' more than all this we experience
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| Delusions and delirium
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| I’m fuckin' serious, niggas is in my ear again
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| I’m turnin' serial, really I’m 'bout to kill again
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| I’m at the Frenchy’s on Scott, I’m like a kid again
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| 3-piece and some fries, that’s what my dinner is
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| Around the pistols and rocks, I learned from many men
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| Car wash from a fiend
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| You see the blaze and that gleam
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| You see the things that I seen
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| You wouldn’t talk so much
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| You wouldn’t be worried 'bout me
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| About the friends that I keep
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| About that gold that I lost
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| About that drank on my teeth
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| I rather die on my feet than to live on my knees
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| That’s why I don’t sleep
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| Keep a gun, keep the peace
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| I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence
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| I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence
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| I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence
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| Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads
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| Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
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| Niggas tryna' kill me, but I’m Southside raised
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| Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
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| Niggas tryna' kill me, but I’m Southside raised
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| Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
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| Niggas tryna' kill me, but I’m Southside raised
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| Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
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| Niggas tryna' kill me, but I’m Southside raised
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| Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
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| Niggas tryna' kill me, but I’m Southside raised
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| Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
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| Niggas tryna' kill me, but I’m Southside raised
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| Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
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| Niggas tryna' kill me, but I’m Southside raised
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| Everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
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| Niggas tryna' kill me, but I’m Southside raised |