Condolences

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Lately everything I drop is murder, murder 
This unheard of, lately every song I drop is a murder being manifested 
Y'all better stand corrected, anorexic 
Y'all Can't swallow what ain’t effective 
Wallow in these weak rhymes they follow in Halloween 
The art form, man it's disrespectful 
Every verse I give my heart for ‘em 
Man it's just another part for ‘em 

Playin’ rolls so I play them clothes 
Reasoning with these fake rappers that shit like slaying ghost 
Lately I just pray them o’s 
Hip Hop need a savior with a with a little soul like i need a baker
And I need the Lakers Jersey with the words 
Kobe on it, they know we on it, 
This game here owe me my moment, 
They probably know me by moments
Moments heavenly, but soon enough this gonna be your therapy 
Man soon enough this rappers gon be trapped in this parodies 
Such a parodime, while they prepare to shine 
The paradimes and I’m here stuck reminiscent with Caroline 
Candle lights loaded I’m bloated my life colded and my knife folded 
This rappers who thinking they nice focused they focused 
Man this game here ain’t safe for em 
So lately I just come to pray for em, man you got to pray for em

Hook:
I send my condolences 
Many rappers finna be slain
When I first cop me a chain, first drop in this game 
The rain will never be the same, 
Man I swear that I got to pray for ‘em 
I send my condolences 
Many rappers finna be slain 
Man I pray for ‘em, 
I send my condolences 
Many rappers finna be slain.

Man I’m just sitting in this roof top, 
Listening to 2 Pac and rolling up this oo ups plotting, 
Seem their harden exteriors  all cotton and all rotten
Watching me grow and then make it parallels between my life and now the prophecy go 
Is it possibly so? I mean me murder every sixteen men and got to be gold
Slow killing arise, got no feelings for live lost, 
I learn that from stunter, he my boss man I am highly lost 
This here is a journey I am learning from 
My schedule is over booked I’m on the flight in, 
And burning one, exotic trips more politics, 
Plenty more chronically iconic shit, 
Act in Hollywood , in my metropolis 
mix the tropicana with the grand tour and here I stand pouring it 
On top of the graves of my enemy it ain’t safe for em 
So lately I just come to pray for em, man you gotta pray for, 

Hook:
I send my condolences 
Many rappers finna be slain 
When I first cop me a chain, first drop in the game 
The rain will never be the same, 
Man I swear that I got to pray for ‘em 
I send my condolences 
Many rappers finna be slain 
Man I pray for ‘em, I send my condolences 
Many rappers finna be slain

Say, this is over kill 
Murder let the older instill 
Man I got more Docher to spill 
Man I got more soldiers to kill 
Man I’m getting cold as steal 
Pentecostal, send in the roskas 
Mix up and surf with the waffles gotta eat rappers 
keep rappers,locked inside, with no master key, 
Man keep master minded and I’m actively grinded 
These rappers pass em away, faster than I’ll be ashin’ these jays 
And I’ll keep em packed with cake 
And while I’m rolling it, I just send the toast to the Ghost

I send my Condolences. 

                          Thanks to Cherte M. for correcting these lyrics
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