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Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'mma just do this on purpose
I'mma just do this on, do this on
When I die better play my songs at the service, uh
Yeah that's right, don't hit my line
You don't know my type you ain't herbie
Yeah that's right when I die better play my songs at the service
I don't wanna see no phony niggas at the funeral
They don't deserve it, uh uh uh
Play my part and I do my time it's for the culture, uh
You don't know how many times I've heard that line you a vulture, uh
Young nigga from the eastside getting Newham on the map
Yeah we coming back, (brap! brap! brap!)
Couple dons with me when I roll up
Just enough to make you know us
Black proud I don't know what the solution is
I just feed the kids what I know is best
'Cause we all gotta eat some knowledge
Momma never went to college got my degree for the family
I'm tryna win me a grammy, 30 degrees up in Cali
Back home to thick with mommy, this is what I call the family, uh uh
Yeah I'm sticking on the low, uh
Just so I can see where it can go, uh
Couple years later I'm a pro, uh
You can never tell me how it goes, uh
Our year, I was cooking on the year
I was cooking on the year, I was cooking on the low
It's our year how you feeling? Our year
How you feeling, our year how you feeling? Wanna know
When I die better play my songs at the service, uh
Yeah that's right, don't hit my line
You don't know my type you ain't herbie
Yeah that's right when I die better play my songs at the service
I don't wanna see no phony niggas at the funeral
They don't deserve it, uh uh uh
Yo Jay
Yo, yo where you at man?
Posted up in a function on late summers
Slept on, fed up I tell 'em I'm straight busting
If they can't kill it then f- it, I'm still coming
Been runnin' from the feds for a minute they hate to love me
Try and stop me, somebody try and stop me
I peek game early the hell can you take from me?