A Happy Accident

[Hook-Tha Landlord]
As I looked at my old self laying in the casket
Make up fucked up but I look happy
I ain't even noticed myself when I walked past me
Burnt my body and leave me the ashes, Kilt my old self and I went to the funeral
I went to the funeral, kilt my old self and I went to the funeral
How I end up at the funeral

[Verse 1-Tha Landlord]
I just caught body a week ago, kilt my old self and I ain't even know
In denial, it never went to trail but I hope that they see me tho
Try to kill the new me twice, I guess we even tho
Shot you in your head, just to make sure you was dead
Supposed to be fucking bitches, but you trusting them instead
Hanging with some niggas that was plotting on your bread
If I didn't kill you nigga, you was headed to the feds
That's on God, I would lie you my twin nigga
Is you stupid, if you win I win nigga
Hating on the new me I need a revenge nigga
We ain't homies, we ain't brothers, we ain't friends nigga
You was jeopardizing, sacrificing everything
Given up for a week of sun for a day of rain
Not to mention I hate the game, it ain't the same
Should have kilt you 10 years ago, but as I look I can't complain

[Chorus-Tha Landlord]
As I looked at my old self laying in the casket
Make up fucked up but I look happy
I ain't even noticed myself when I walked past me
Burnt my body and leave me the ashes, Kilt my old self and I went to the funeral
I went to the funeral, kilt my old self and I went to the funeral
How I end up at the funeral

[Verse 2-Tha Landlord]
I kilt my old self and went to the viewing
The funeral full of gangsters, and gang unit
Your opposition hate you, I'm surprised they ain't do it
We don't act the same, dress the same or make the same music
I'm peepins at you pallbearers, lookin like they jealous
A funeral fashion show, niggas in margielas
They lookin at the bitches more than your son, damn
Wanted to kill you, but not with the gun
Some people fuck with me, some feel him
The old me would have killed you that's why I killed him
Cause he got a baby boy, people think I faked my death
Yeah I'm still him, gangster
Being hella deep, I ain't trying to be, circle hella small
Its hard to get in, like the ivy league
I didn't want to do it but something got inside of me
And I got tired of you lying to me, nigga

[Chorus-Tha Landlord]
As I looked at my old self laying in the casket
Make up fucked up but I look happy
I ain't even noticed myself when I walked past me
Burnt my body and leave me the ashes, Kilt my old self and I went to the funeral
I went to the funeral, kilt my old self and I went to the funeral
How I end up at the funeral