Deadheading

When my cousin passed
They was wit the 9s at the funeral
Police ride by like it's usual
Hoping that we blast it off and genocide our self
From these black roots we kicked through
When the black suits come kick through the door
Record clean they still gone try to leave brain matter on floor
I done seen it all ducked the law fuck the law
Price of fame ain't worth my dogs
Never gave a fuck what you pussy niggas was kicking
What's up wit you little niggas
I don't really do the kidding
I'm still talking about knowledge of self
Water your flowers Understanding your surrounding
And keeping your cipher polished
You can never defend me cuz I'm leaving niggas on islands
Touching this paper, it should come with a ventilator
Cuz they gonna keep squeezing that bitch until they disintegrate ya
I'm just a man
But if this pistol jam they gone send you to ya maker
Bury you in acres
The shooter giving em blood clots but they ain't been to Jamaica damn



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Writer(s): Jalen Frazier
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