Play This At My Funeral

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Narleyy

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Y'all niggas got the game fucked up
You weak ass niggas wanna say
Let's piggyback off of what he done did
No go through the sacrifice
Bro this shit was a sacrifice bruh
You know how hard it was
Not to go over there to them people that I can get
20 of them thangs from
You hear me
Do you know how hard it was driving to a job nigga
To make six dollars and 50 cents an hour
Cus I told myself I gotta be here to come up
I gotta stay down to come up
Do you know how hard it was
Not to pick that phone up and go over here to these people
That I know gone give me everything I want to make a couple hundred nigga in 30 days
I don't know where I would be without me rapping on beats
Without me saying the things that I mean
If I wasn't speaking truth from my soul
And sticking straight to the codes
Of being true to who I am and what I know
I'd probably end up dead or in the feds
A few prices on my head, probably jumping off a ledge
Holding a pistol to my head if this the hand that I was dealt
Then how the f*ck I'm supposed to play it
I played the hand that I was dealt but I never showed my hand
Now I kinda feel like God cause he never shows his plan
Is you solid when I'm absent, let me know in advance
I still don't understand how buddy told on his man
I guess he folded under pressure when he got called to the stand
My pen holds a lil weight I need an aspirin for my hand
My fingers bleeding, charley horses in my middle finger
If I die today it's f*ck the world while my lyrics linger
Cause they ain't appreciate me when they had the chance
To fucking meet a nigga
I'm a big speaker you can tell by how they greet a nigga
I'm living proof that God real, my skin gleaming nigga
Bet that went over your head
I can't believe Malik just went to the feds
It still ain't hit me that my homie he dead
And he ain't never coming back
How would you feel if you had to wear this hat
You ain't been the places I've been and you ain't sit at where I sat
You couldn't spend a day in my shoes
Win or lose I always do whatever I gotta do
And I never lose faith
See every day I gotta pray like big homie
Ay can you give your lil homie something to say
I'm talking substance I hope it resonate with who relate to my pain
And I hope that they remember my name
Amen, Amen
If you come to me about some shit
Some real shit I will not turn my back on you
But don't come to me talking about we tryna
Get this work to send it to St. Louis
Or we tryna don't come to me asking me
To do nothing I don't do
Cus the first people ima think about is my children

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