[Intro]

This is a celebration of life

No matter what level

Able to rationalise is a blessing

Big boys relate

Bottles in the air

[Verse 1]

Closed caskets, memorial viewings

I'm mostly behind mics, got the audio cueing

Despite sending off kites, try to ignore the confusion

My sights is set on life, nothing's more to be proven

Sound polite once it's verbalised, rapped all nice

But for strikes, too internalise the facts'll bite

Like serpent eyes, I can see through the blackest nights

I mastered gripes, plus my mathematics is right

Bullet wounds, but still alive is too much to consume

For a nigga that's paralyzed, once a functional goon

Add all the tombs, 30 years can bring a nigga to tears

Neutralising, numbing his care, can you imagine you there?

I'm elsewhere, my chick pussy pretty shaped like a pear

A derierre'll make a queer nigga sit there and stare

This is the year since the ball drop, been balling on top

Done came the Kobe death, COVID and cops

[Verse 2]

Cribs bought and sold, coupes been drove

Too many cooks over the stove, had to reduce the load

We old, no excuses but truth be told

Once a nigga become froze, his youth get stole

I'm in mode, even my celly got security code

Conspiracy now I'm looked at as lyrically chose

Where the hoes? Gimme a Cliqo, make it a Rosé

Niggas finito, just fold, I'm 'bout to explode

But peep though, when it's dark I still envision the NARCs

Raiding a nigga crib from my days as a kid

Happy I slid, half the team still serving they bids

But dig, if anybody, niggas glad that I did

Never hid, I'm a street nigga speak what I live

Whatever bridge gotta cross, pop the cork and swig

And understand, it's out of my hand if it's part of the plan

300 grand 'til the Rolls Royce land

[Verse 3]

Three decades, hitting the fourth

A fifth of Smirnoff pour for niggas caught in the cross

Lost in thought, my sons be my moral support

The homies with handguns, them niggas come with the fort

Avoiding court, but these clowns'll make you force an assault

That's why either I'm out of town or getting off in the loft

I'm from the cloth, being sane is my main resource

But the pain is what explains why there's no remorse

I'm on course for the kitchen counter, filleting the flounder

What's worse? When the wrong niggas wanna lounge around ya

Dodging the system, most dissolving in prison

So many passed besides family, niggas hardly miss 'em

Prepare, this is the year for y'all niggas to fear

And if you never look death in the eyes, then don't stare

I'm here with expectations from exceptional pacing

Still punish, and peel 100s like I'm on vacation