Mom passed from cancer, leavin behind, two granddaughters, two grandsons.
Two 9's next to me in the Phantom, who lyin? Big screen documentaries of Idi Amin.
Gotta, try to stay away from creeps, with they bullshit, tryin to put me back in the streets. War stories, funerals, where feds be layin from a dreadful slayin
Body viewing's at the wake. Nigga sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket with his eyelids still open, it's kinda spooky.
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