eulogy Lyrics

Bullets may fly around, but I'll lay down I feel safe in sound, down, down, wow

I use my voice as an instrument Tryin' to speak for people every time I spit this shit

It's not a song, it's a eulogy For all the shit that they do to me

Sick of all of the scrutiny But this shit ain't nothin' new to me

They can't see past the fat kid, look at the shit that I did

Made fun of on the daily Just cause I got titties, why the fuck do y'all hate me

Can't deal with the struggle of life So I lay down and resort to the blade and the knife

Rerecorded this song so the flows will be right

I think to myself when I lay down at night

Do I keep going? Do I reach for the stars

Maybe get so big maybe we can go down to Mars

Do I let these people haunt me? Let these people taunt me

Or do I strike back like Holyfield? Don't know where I'm going, Jesus, can you please grab the wheel

Do this shit for the culture Sometimes people speak to me like I'm a vulture

I embrace the weak, look down on the strong

Cause you never know the shit people got going on

Angel and devil on my shoulder

Heavy on my conscience, know that I'm getting older

Give his hardest battles to his toughest soldiers

It's not a song, it's a eulogy For the shit that they do to me

And I know where the shooters be

Feel safe on solid ground

Doing good so my kids look back on me now

Sixteen years sober

Keep the street alive when I'm getting older

No ounce of Hennessy or a bottle of scotch

I be more invested in when I'm passing the rock

I do this shit for my future kids

They don't want no daddy being an ex-fugitive

Sixteen but my mind be like forty-two

Two men in the mirror, what reflection to choose

Gonna build a better self, gonna improve you

Or let this same shit be your downfall

Looks like you in a bunch, better call Saul

I think they call me Walter White

But not the best at chemistry, I'm cooking up on the mic

In this club I might fight for what I know that is right

Walking around the corner and the moon shining bright

Sometimes I think it's my relatives that's up above

Spread love, not hate, do something that's great

This ain't rap, it's a eulogy

Fuck the shit that they do to me

Get on top and she doing me

Everybody got an ego but you holding down

Gonna be on top like Hugh James, grab your crown

Lift yourself back up if ever you should frown

And if that don't work, hit them with a hundred rounds

People say that I'm the villain

But they really don't know what I've been feeling

Mixed a walkie with a penicillin

Now I'm numb, think I'm gonna drop off of the building

Is fight still in you

Is success on the menu

I'm trying to sell out every venue

After I show you what this pen do