[Intro]
HEY-EH!
Been waiting too damn long on a side
Don't know how many damn times I've tried
Ain't got too many good things to say
So here's a message to mister DJ!
[Chorus]
Play my music like I died! (To the DJ)
Like the N9na ain't alive! (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride! (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music
And the whole world cried
[Verse 1]
Ayy, treat it
Like I was coming from Billings on the way to Spokane
And you found me twisted and mangled inside our road van
Like it's so ugly, the paramedics say "Oh, man!"
There go Tecca N9na with no life but more fans
Like in hell or I'm in heaven, just fell in from 9-11
Propelling from high and dove in the concrete
Like my name was McVeigh and I check the mail and a bomb beeped
Like having Griselda’s dope and sell it beyond cheap
Like I was in the mood for set tripping
Fights begin and Rugers get splitting
Like my life is through and death slips in
Like there's no air left and my chest stiffens
Like I'm in the church and I'm preaching
Loving the way sister look and after service we creeping
Play my music like we was in the telly deep asleep
Then got murdered 'cause her husband was the deacon
HEY-EH!
Been waiting too damn long on a side
Don't know how many damn times I've tried
Ain't got too many good things to say
So here's a message to mister DJ!
[Chorus]
Play my music like I died! (To the DJ)
Like the N9na ain't alive! (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride! (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music
And the whole world cried
[Verse 1]
Ayy, treat it
Like I was coming from Billings on the way to Spokane
And you found me twisted and mangled inside our road van
Like it's so ugly, the paramedics say "Oh, man!"
There go Tecca N9na with no life but more fans
Like in hell or I'm in heaven, just fell in from 9-11
Propelling from high and dove in the concrete
Like my name was McVeigh and I check the mail and a bomb beeped
Like having Griselda’s dope and sell it beyond cheap
Like I was in the mood for set tripping
Fights begin and Rugers get splitting
Like my life is through and death slips in
Like there's no air left and my chest stiffens
Like I'm in the church and I'm preaching
Loving the way sister look and after service we creeping
Play my music like we was in the telly deep asleep
Then got murdered 'cause her husband was the deacon
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