Now its your turn to die
That's the window into the sky
Your friends say, why we not together yet
Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead
When i'm low, she take me high
Even after i die/
Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed
Misled by aristotle, not on his level yet/
Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie
Let the grief itself die.
A bystandered made die
I'm touching skies, no puffing lie
Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head
Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?
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