Uhh, I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
Huh, what a set off
Shoulda pushed him dead off, wipe the sweat off (uhh)
‘Cause in this world I’m dead off, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, ain’t no shook hands in Brook-land
Army fatigues bring fatigue, to enemies, look man
You wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crouched up over the casket, screamin’ “BASTARD!”
Cryin’, know my friends is lyin’
Y’all know who killed him, filled him with the lugers from they Rugers
Or the Desert, dyin’ ain’t the shit, but it’s pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot
Givin’ cats the opposite of diets
You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye
I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me
Shit, I need the company (uh-huh)
Apologies in order, to T’Yanna my daughter
If it was up to me you would be with me
Sorta like Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest
Silencers so you can’t hear it
Competition still fear it, shit don’t ask me
I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still