A casket is made, never was very bright,
350 on the stove and it's 90 outside
'cuz i remember poppin' off them chains from bicycle racks,
It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance
But to this very day, not a single soul knew
But is it really cocky if you know that it's true
And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck
Rip to my dad and my cuz,im just a very polite thug,
It wasn’t like i had a very lazy, deadbeat dad
See girl you are stronger then the strongest drug i ever had
Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks
Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms
I have very short patience because a lot of rap's bad
Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat
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