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It slows his fall And don't say you know now how it felt You've been preachin' about me dying Preachin' about my son on the cross But I know, know Ayy, rest in peace (Rest in peace) Dearly departed and deceased, yeah-yeah Yellow tape and white sheets (White sheets), yeah Six feet underneath us I'll— I'll dead you Yeah, I'll dead you (Ayy) Rest in peace (R.I.P.) Dearly departed and deceased, yeah-yeah (Banks, uh) Witness direct effects of the savage life Feel a hundred times that's went in my favor, feels like a sacrifice Fully-auto in your lap despite In the ghetto when the pavement built up an appet**e So the grave site's familiar, don't need your hazard lights Corners'll put you back to ice You can chill 'em, but karma comes with a package price And death comes in threes, blessings subtract it twice Flashbacks of your past advice Flowers over your casket nice But you leavin' it down bad, battered b*t*h with a b*st*rd, right? You gotta pick up when your time's callin' If that's your man, you slide for 'em You fraudin' with your weak a** Here for the food and weed pa** You back to normal, weak pa** You took a knee in front of his dome, he helped you on your feet fast Ain't it that b*t*h? You the captain, what part of the flight is this? You needin' a hand, then you better, you like to wish That ain't the plan, f**k your hand, them bloodsuckers'll bite your wrist All of your [?][1:34] ride or die know you the type to switch Keep your prayer hands in your captions, you shouldn't be typin' sh*t Ayy, rest in peace (Rest in peace) Dearly departed and deceased, yeah-yeah Yellow tape and white sheets (White sheets), yeah Six feet underneath us I'll— I'll dead you Yeah, I'll dead you (Ayy) Rest in peace (R.I.P.) Dearly departed and deceased, yeah-yeah Finally havin' conversations in the mirror Started lookin' at myself instead of blamin' all my n***as, word Yeah, or tryna change up for a difference Or speak about the way that you been livin' They say don't have regrets, you can't erase the things you did when you was younger Now the suspect is about to play the victim Remember the code, old evil you When you was too busy to see that your bro needed you And don't pretend that you don't know, it's only me and you Like hoes that'll comment on posts, but won't DM you Used to steal gas, drive off to see your moms travel And you've never seen none of your kids born, have you? All that speculatin' on how you a father, but you fake But never told the world that your daughter met you late Pause it, wait Yeah, went from rings to Kayla Then from Kayla to Braylyn, then from Braylyn right back to Kayla Just say you a player, just say you ain't really love 'em the way you portray it If you gon' cut to the basket, just make all your layups How you break all ten commandments before you say your prayers? How you make deals with the devil just so you make some paper? And legal troubles, I get that you was tryna lead a struggle But what about all the people you hustle? All the pieces you tumbled and fumbled to feast in this jungle Don't hide from reflections beneath the puddle I was you 'til I murdered you, I'm a murderer Homicide slash suicide, I'm a burglar-er Stole the body you was livin' in, now it's personal Naptime, it's a flatline, that's affirmative Ayy, rest in peace (Rest in peace) Dearly departed and deceased, yeah-yeah Yellow tape and white sheets (White sheets), yeah Six feet underneath us I'll— I'll dead you Yeah, I'll dead you (Ayy) Rest in peace (R.I.P.) Dearly departed and deceased, yeah-yeah Still in the hood, n***as hateful I made it I just pray they pay me no mind when I'm makin' my payments Real lyrics and songs that come out of fake entertainers If a funeral's what you need, I can make the arrangements Forsaskin' the plaintiffs, send the judge and jury If the gloves don't fit, I'll split in a f**kin' fury These n***as do nothin' for me Try to box me in, if you win, it comes with an asterisk I never went to cla**, but refuse to remain cla**less If life is a movie, I'm f**kin' the main actress Now I need you to sit calm or a casket is what your cast gets I hunt 'em like Katniss, but I don't play them Hunger Games Soon as they see my tracklist, these n***as catch stomach pains Ashes to ashes, bodies in furnaces, tie me a turniquet A trip to the sky'll be permanent, Sy, he encouraged it I guess that makes him the Devil's advocate That force tried to invade these streets and was met with savages You can call me the catalyst, a lead strategist Work my hands 'til they get callouses, checks and balances I was taught to respect the challenges Silent talks with the reaper said I'm a keeper Now I guess I know what the challenge is Yeah, while these n***as remain borin' I'm about to conjure these demons like Anna Lorraine Warren I dread when that pain's callin', this the last time You ain't never affect the game, I ain't interested in your stat line You talk about you agin', like, you past prime Sub you out before halftime, sendin' your soul to God'll be my last crime That's 'cause you frontin', in your raps lyin' Body drop, mind blown, heart stopped, eyes closed, flatline
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