[Verse 1: Jean Grae]
A nigga spray my ashes
Where the pall bearers with
My casket doing the two step
The jungle bully get down get down
One single solitary flap to find a place
To put on the ground you can send the
Vultures from the clouds till they crowd
Around me like a falling army
Jean don’t get morbid on me cause
I can’t stop and we got the base of profit
Don’t stop silence relied on myself to find
The lions just another human being but the
Thoughts dying out when is the flower out
When does the hope die hear my doubt now
Just fired out heart stream violent and quiet down
Where we use to hearing choirs where it’s quiet now
Where I use to get inspired and just write it down
Two names in the middle and the end man
I don’t buy it now tired of browsing of battered cows
Want the house in martebra right grapes childhood
Prices pull the margin on my face like its was just a
Suggest tyrese was in depth of giving advice please
My higher goals have never been to fly alone
Getting shot down like friendly-fire, fuckin' die alone
So there it is in plain terms; laymens
Throw myself off a fuckin' boat in the Caymans
A nigga spray my ashes
Where the pall bearers with
My casket doing the two step
The jungle bully get down get down
One single solitary flap to find a place
To put on the ground you can send the
Vultures from the clouds till they crowd
Around me like a falling army
Jean don’t get morbid on me cause
I can’t stop and we got the base of profit
Don’t stop silence relied on myself to find
The lions just another human being but the
Thoughts dying out when is the flower out
When does the hope die hear my doubt now
Just fired out heart stream violent and quiet down
Where we use to hearing choirs where it’s quiet now
Where I use to get inspired and just write it down
Two names in the middle and the end man
I don’t buy it now tired of browsing of battered cows
Want the house in martebra right grapes childhood
Prices pull the margin on my face like its was just a
Suggest tyrese was in depth of giving advice please
My higher goals have never been to fly alone
Getting shot down like friendly-fire, fuckin' die alone
So there it is in plain terms; laymens
Throw myself off a fuckin' boat in the Caymans
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