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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