Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn
Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone
When we were through my heart just died
Parallel on the other side
As he ceased to breath and he peacefully died
What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light
More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right
I thrive on makin’ my opponents think that i’ve died
Like im a grandma knitting these rhymes with no caution and effortless
I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love
Story of a young dreamer who was mistook n' then he died...
Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light
It's like sunshine on a rainy day
He died on my 16 birthday,
Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right
Because too many cherished great god damn rappers died,
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