[Intro]:

Alter

Huh

And the eulogy read (spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz spaz on these bros)

And the eulogy read

And the eulogy read (spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz spaz, spaz on these hoes, spaz, spaz, spaz on everbody)

And the eulogy read (spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz)

And the eulogy read

[Verse 1]:

And the eulogy read (read)

Rest in peace pussy nigga that used to be dead

I used to be scared as a teen to air out my feelings instead

I bottled em, like messi when he lost to the reds (reds)

Found out that rap music could do it with flare

AlterEgo induced to produce tunes soon to be heard (heard)

A muse for amusement fueled by youthful exuberance

Learnt a lot from the streets, I'm community bred (learnt that shit)

Shared the dough with OGs, I guess that's community bread (huh)

Slow and steady that's the only thing that'll get you truly ahead

If you don't root for yourself (who), who's gonna root for you then

Feign ignorance, watch a dude make a fool of himself

Spend time with people, you might never see em again

'Fore my grandma bit the dust, I saw her chew on some meds

Girls a delusional man will get you abused and misled

And kings, never forget to get that paternity test

[Verse 2]:

I struggle with words as I stut, stut, stutter on a beat (stutter, stut, stutter)

Writing lyrics is hard and some of you may know this

Just checked the numbers (why), for you is like my magnum opus

Flow is, so cold I could make ice freeze

Thought I'd rhyme there (nah), this line is where the rope ends (ends)

Always blasting cos rap's supposed to be braggadocios

Non romantic, won't pull up on a hoe with a bag of roses

And she like, what do you, bring to the table

Bitch it's my mind and my penis (mind and my penis)

Money ain't going into that shit

If I spend on a hoe you know that she must have deserved it

Rather game with the bros, with a pad I'll always do magic

Wave the joystick like a wand and yell abracadabra that bitch

Been balling, barefoot with some dudes who wear boots

They kit up from top to bottom with shoes and can't shoot

Victor dribbled you with his moves when you snooze and we catch cruise (hahaha)

Get your, ass up the floor cos these moves are foolproof

You can't, win all the time when you lose its a bad mood

Almost, led to a fight cos zlatan must argue (hate that shit)

In my prime I was called Virgil Van Dijk you can ask Chuks (ask)

Even if it wasn't my field I outshined some wack dudes

Fighting everybody, took it as my ordeal

One punch could knock your teeth out, like you got pyorreah

Crying for your mama mia, I learnt from the pioneers

You can't get your shit together (shit), like you got diarrhea

[Verse 3]:

Verbally venting out verses

Carelessly cussing out curses

I should be banned from the churches (banned)

You niggas clowns in a circus (clowns)

These are some unfinished verses

I could have put em in hearses

And arranged a mother fucking funeral service

I just be scaling up fences

Tearing down fucking defenses

The way I flow (how), is like a fucking bitch on her menses

I'm condescending (what), you niggas are just out of your senses

We ain't tryna die but die tryna get rich from the chances we take to get out the trenches

Pray you, don't lose your life (pray)

Too young, for heaven's gate (young)

I hope, we won't be late (hope)

And make our family arrange a service (late, huh huh huh)

All black when they put on lenses and start to recite the Eulogy (and the eulogy read)

[Outro]:

And the eulogy read

And the eulogy read