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Dead Deezy

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This kid was fishin' out in my fuckin' homie's house
Straight floppin' around like an out-of-water trout
Drugs takin' a lot, shit, I don't know thee amount
Could he live, maybe, but I had my fuckin' doubts
Now Deezy don't know what to do, call the paramedics?
Cool..., still wastin' from some pills, a redose, of 32
Now even this shit had me motherfuckin' trippin
Police had us locked down in the motherfuckin' kitchen
House chick was on probation, they probed for information
Told me I was wasted and they wouldn't stop the hatin
This reaffirms that 5-0 got dat snake skin
But ever since that day, I've been motherfuckin' thinkin
What really, really happens to our consciousness as we die
I see so many lost souls all of the time
I'm talkin' tears, on a shotgun before another suicide
Fenty heart stopper, cause dey couldn't live dey life proper
One day I'll find out, world got me on timeout
You just gotta stay out ya own mind and work on ya shine
I Really don't know what I'm doin', I swear I always stay snoozin
Always cruisin' for a bruisin', just can't stop these lips from movin
Tons of fuckin' drug abusin', really, really just love makin' music
Like the chiefs vs da niners against me, yeah, dat's how the world's rooting,
Your heart could stop, your brain could pop, you could be another dope boy
Gun da f*ck down on da block, a mother hunched over spillin' tears in shock
Cause you never, never know when death gon' knock
How much time be left on ya clock, just keep on pushin' forward wit ya walk
Don't be another lemming cliff hoppin', divin' wit da fuckin' flock
So many searchin', so many hurtin', so many grindin' and workin
From the sub to the urban, I'ma just keep lurkin'
Straight people researchin' while wicked thought servin'
Fuckin' the game, either way no one knows till the show's over
Close the curtain....
What really, really happens to our consciousness as we die
I see so many lost souls all of the time
I'm talkin' tears, on a shotgun before another suicide
Fenty heart stopper, cause dey couldn't live dey life proper
One day I'll find out, world got me on timeout
You just gotta stay out ya own mind and work on ya shine
Police held us there for eight hours, eight fucking hours
Telling us if our friend dies, they're gonna charge us with homicide
Our friend was revived in the ambulance before it left the house

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