BRUH

Writing my eulogy now
Cause I ain't coming to your funeral
Been through with dude for a while
Wow, what a beautiful child
Blessed with a beautiful smile
No thanks to you though cause who knows who you really are
See word on the street you had bars
Word on the street you were supposed to become the next star

Everyday out on the block, battling people for guap
Had your name rattling, skipping your class again
Cause you had to memorize all of them rhymes just to rap again
Surely was talented, no opponent could last
Cause you ain't hold back on attacking them
Showed you was passionate,
your favorites was Outkast, Three 6, and Daz and them
Always stayed away from dogfood
Even though it's all that some ya dogs knew
Slanging superstars in the streets,
you were a superstar on them beats
Got the acknowledgements, and the confidence
But your wallet couldn't get you to colleges
Your mom was astonished by all the accomplishments
Wish she taught you to keep promises
Bruh

Writing my eulogy now
Cause I ain't coming to your funeral
Been through with dude for a while
Wow, what a beautiful child
Blessed with a beautiful smile
No thanks to you though cause who knows who you really are
See word on the street you had bars
Word on the street you were supposed to become the next star

Seems like you already was
Had a lil' run, droppin' tapes got you some buzz
Performing at clubs and fucking on bitches for fun
No rubber, just wan' get a nut
He quenching his lust
But every night living inside a bottle
He's addicted to Gin, Henny, and such
Don't talk 'bout it much
His dad was an alcoholic
so that was a topic nobody really ever touched
Plus he up, getting calls from labels
Few meetings led to contracts on the table
Wanted to go with Atlantic, they did a deal with a nigga from Atlanta
Named TIP, they were friends
Went exactly had they planned it
Had the contracts made, working on his pub'
Meanwhile caught a case, possession of some drugs
Got a Grand Hustle chain, but never got a buck
It's a shame, they cut him
Cause he was always dru- *Pencil Breaks*

Guess this the end
Was independent but don't got no money to invest in the shit
The case he was in, got taken by one of his friends
It led to a seven year bid
Calls that he missed
Was messages from a few chicks
Telling him that he had kids
Thought he'd be rich, still promised that he would assist
But lost himself in his next sip
So here is your eulogy now, bruh
Cause I won't show up to your funeral
When they put you in the ground, bruh
You was never around
I had to do this without, bruh
Not to be rude
I truly don't know who you are
Just know I'm the one with the bars
And the whole world looks up to your son as a star



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Writer(s): Ahmad Jackson
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