(The Greatest DJ in the world) Ooh Boy!
Yes! We about to say a prayer for all our loved ones. (im a call this one real rap.)
Anybody you lost put them on yo heart, cause this rap is real, light it up for em.
I hope you aint to tired to cry, And I hope u know u aint never to live to die.
Listen, I grew up where them people called them people on us, think we slangin but we just got beepers on us, grinding all day like we got sleep ins on ya, living like the videos writing treatments on us, stuck in the hood like they poured cement on us, ghetto bird still sh*tin on us, government still quitting on us, lost a few homies, and the griefs still sitting on us, so we got they names written on us, white folks still spitting on us, and them b*tch ass police k9s, teeth still gritting on us, but we smoke ashes still getting on us, older b*tches still hitting on us, I remember well, BZ rolled a L, BZ aint here, Wheres BZ at? BZ got killed. And that was my n*gga, I go way back with my n*gga, but I know thats how it happened my n*gga, sh*t is much deeper in this rapping my n*gga, But know they all rappin my n*ggas, so now I must make it happened, so im a play the captain sail boat flapping my n*gga, no fingers im snapping, happy for my n*gga lil Tagus, cause even though we couldnt the lord saved him, last time we seen him was when Katrina hated, shhh found his body like a month later, rest in peace boy, he was a east boy, and so was Wessy West, he was a good n*gga so I know he bless, and his daughter is a princess, this sh*t is harder than a bench press, but let me keep going, but I swear I got a lump in my throat, but im a keep on pumping the floor. So if I cry dont stop the beat, I feel like my heart just stop the beat, my n*gga lil Derek was quick to cop a key, either that or load the gat and pop a jeep, and because of that, hes just a name in a rhymer mind, I pray his family in his mommas fine, so much sh*t, just sit on this mind to mind, I think about it all the time, I drink about it all the time, I smoke back to back, cause if my heart got to me Ill be in this rap, or Ill be in a can, thank god I had dreams of being a man, yeah, and f**k a man with a badge, cause he aint sh*t to a man on the edge. the 5-0 killed naud he cooked all day, man u wouldve thought they killed cornbread, shot him up face down on the lawn, not to mention he had handcuffs, not to mention they had playing clothes on, and the complain goes on. But nobody do nothing about it, the jail house and the mortgage to f**king crowded, and hate us like at an all time high, everybody gotta hate us like a f**king ipod. sh*t and they tried to burn my Phantom up, but I got my gun licenses, I got my hammers up, im ready to shoot like a ca-me-ra, stay still motherf**ker, im a have to write my will this summer, cause if they dont kill me, im a kill this summer yae. And you can put that on my late father, or my late grandmother, Miss Macaty Carter, or my grandfather Larry Balsock, the old man hustled till his heart stopped, and I know that my real father had money, no bank account that brown paper bag money, yea he might hit me off with a little brag money, but that n*gga still wouldnt be a dad for me, but look how I turned out I hope he glad for me, but thats why when I see him I act mad funny, cause he a joke to me, dont message, dont call, dont talk to me, its just me and my momma how it suppose to be, and I make sure she paid like she roll for me, and I know she get all hope from me, and I dont never wanna see her molt for me, Hopefully!, but Truthfully, there is a day thats due for me, but we gone pray thats its as far as the future sees, you are listening to the future Weezy F. Baby. Amen.
Rest in peace to my cousin Kim Carbo, my n*gga Vick, Rest in my peace lil Harold, shoutout to my n*gga Steve land rest in peace pimp. Quiet Storm in the building.
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