Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments
I'm back tell your fucking friends.
At your funeral everybody toasted
They say, trojans never break but it ain't that
He's got nothing without his friends
Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents
My best friends brother hung himself,
Yeah, that there is a fight in itself
I'm at the funeral cryin' heavily,
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due
Best friends in hospital i dont know what to do,go to some bitches house and just screw,
At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times
Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives
He's seen several of his best friends die
Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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