[Intro: Bullet & Full Clip]
Damn...
Getting to retire, man
I'ma be alright
It's fucked up
I'ma be alright
At least I got my Rydas, man
Yeah...
[Verse 1: Bullet]
There it goes, another casket dropped under
In the midst of the rain and thunder
And I wonder about dad watching his wrist
And why I didn't take that bitch
Another funeral, my night this week
Everybody and they mama catchin' slugs in the street
I know the reverend by name
He's like "Bullet, it's your turn to run to Burger King!"
[Verse 2: Cell Block]
Mama told me I had three strikes in life
When I was 18, I got a job at Mike's
Car wash, the place where the bitches be
'Til I got mad and slapped Mike and his homie
They called the peace and then they called my pops
I pissed on the vacuum in the back of the shop
And broke on out, for the cops is on my tail
[?] if a nigga always fail
Damn...
Getting to retire, man
I'ma be alright
It's fucked up
I'ma be alright
At least I got my Rydas, man
Yeah...
[Verse 1: Bullet]
There it goes, another casket dropped under
In the midst of the rain and thunder
And I wonder about dad watching his wrist
And why I didn't take that bitch
Another funeral, my night this week
Everybody and they mama catchin' slugs in the street
I know the reverend by name
He's like "Bullet, it's your turn to run to Burger King!"
[Verse 2: Cell Block]
Mama told me I had three strikes in life
When I was 18, I got a job at Mike's
Car wash, the place where the bitches be
'Til I got mad and slapped Mike and his homie
They called the peace and then they called my pops
I pissed on the vacuum in the back of the shop
And broke on out, for the cops is on my tail
[?] if a nigga always fail
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