When the day comes and I leave up out this bubble, 1 person gon preach my funeral, 1 person gon give my eulogy. The rest of y'all gon be left to tell the world about me. Y'all do it jus like this...

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When the day comes and I leave up out this bubble, 1 person gon preach my funeral, 1 person gon give my eulogy. The rest of y'all gon be left to tell the world about me. Y'all do it jus like this...

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Don't you add nothin to it, don't you take none away
Don't you sugar-coat a word, you jus give it to 'em straight
This was my life, my strife, my excellence
It's a good story without the extra shit
Don't you add nothin to it, don't you take none away
Don't you sugar-coat a word, you jus give it to 'em straight
This was my life, my fight, my victory
And don't leave nothin out my documentary

I was a baby's baby, a young lady made me, conceived me, carried me, delivered me into this misery. Without a father, the streets became my disciplinarian. The block was family, the corners were my parents, and by 9 I had seen more violence than some people see in a lifetime. I was hypnotized by the powerful, intrigued by the weak, amazed by survival, in love wit the streets. The 1st time I seen what a handgun done to a bunch of men at once I was sprung. I hopped from block to block, for the cops that made me harder to spot, but I was smart. Ran myself hot in Antioch, so I jumped across that county line, elbows on the move, up and down Central Pine. 650 I paid, 9 they bring in Lebanon. Somehow I was always jus a step ahead of 'em

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I was hard headed. Needless to say I had a soft ass. My granddaddy didn't laugh, seldom smiled. Serious about business, I wasn't tryna see that belt. With that threat so close, I learned to check myself. My grandmomma? Well, she was a hustla's wife, and she was deeply involved in a hustla's life. I mean, the liquor, the whores, the abuse, and the pain & by God's grace did it wit a smile on her face. Inspirational. I learned that steal sharpens steal, friends come and go, but this money for real. Pills, alcohol, Kentucky skunk weed. Got me sayin' too much on these fuckin drum beats. I felt like everybody wanted somethin from me. Forced to ask myself "who'd love me if I was bummin?" So I cried broke, jus to see how fast they'd get to hoppin' overboard wit they ship jumpin ass

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I drop the chrome on the street top, everybody knows me. Guess I'm gettin older now, young'uns call me Ol' G. Seems like yesterday Jay passed away, Kat was havin KK, and Goose was walkin that way. She stopped, we chopped it up, I told her to hit me up, she did, she in the other room sleepin wit Kiki (shhhhh...) My supporters made me so proud. No matter what I did, they held me down. Like juggalos wit them clowns, they rolled unconditionally. Lost my shit, bought my shit, stayed representin me, helped me feed my family. I tell you honestly, that there's no way you could ever bother me. Be glad to take a picture wit ya, I'll be glad to sign that, supposed to be dead & gone, jus look where I'm at. That's God's favor mixed wit dedicated listeners. Y'all ain't never quit on me & I ain't fittin' to quit on y'all

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