Caskey - Condolences lyrics

rate me

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