My Condolences Lyrics

I heard them say he found dead on the scene

Stomach in his back, head in his knees

Nigga you ain't got to spend that bread it's with me

Hung him from a rope left his legs in the trees

All this red in this lean

Way I spilled it over you'll think that I bled on my jeans, nigga

I see niggas trying to count me out

I don't fuck with niggas they be playing cat and mouse

I can split the Wockhardt when it's back in route

Take a nigga top off like a platinum couch

Nigga stuck up in his ways we'll drag him out

SK the dagger out, Michael Myers stabbing out

Yeah they tried to book my nephew this shit critical

Locked up for a robbery they treat him like a criminal

Caught a nigga lacking I then knocked him off his pivotal

This Mack is full of chemicals, got ashes in the living room

Yeah life get harder, with them jail cases

Seen his soul drop, from them shell cases

Hop up in that traffic, we gone tailgate him

Drop 40 out the, like a Trailblazer

You can watch that coupe dance

Nigga I can flip the flour out the pot with 2 hands

Treat the party like a bachelor how I crack and shoot cans

4 nem stepping when I slide nigga like a school dance

Goddamn nigga, 4 nem left his chest open

Smoke a nigga with his cousin like I'm Seth Rogen

4 nem put a deal on his ass let's Death Row him

My shorty get around boy you know this net mobile

I then turned a nigga vegetable don't got no leftovers

Put a band on his head like he met Hogan

I'm cooking in the lab like a fucking meth smoker

I need a brain surgeon only if her neck open

Aye come tell me if I'm really doing, I think I'm doing right

By any means, I'm a shoot 'em right

Green beam on it, got a super light

I then lost some weight, now I'm super light

Now I'm back in it, and that Scat tinted

Get to spazzing out, just like black woman

Cut a nigga hands off if he's pack pinching

Shorty get to smoking shit, he a crack sniffer

Got him talking to the minister

Got them clips up in the attic that shit sinister

Boy you know I got to finish him

Like I'm Scorpion, my shorty get to toasting shit

Jumped up off that porch my big homie got that oyster lit

Nigga we got nines, tens, and thirties like an orphanage

I'll put a rack up on your head on some Nordstrom shit

Have that white lady giving roses, my condolences