Coffin Season (InstaFree)

[Verse]
I've change the culture of many lives
Now for him to be cool, he'll probably pretend he high
It's not the same qualities, properties of a demigod
That's underground, ducking these clowns spending these pennies wise
Yeah, and I brought a pistol for any size
God was tortured for hours, nigga, and then he died
A white plate, mom's silverware in his hand
Cutting coke as Tyrese, I was dripping tears on the 'Gram
Don't interfere with the plans
Don't think that body won't disappear with the van
While sitting here with ya fam
It's hard not hearing what they're saying
A lot of snide remakes, hee hi's and naysaying
You ready for war, tribe tattoos and ya face painted
Not prepared, so can't stomach the pressure in waist training
Think Kanan, you can get burnt from a nigga smoke
My brother dead, yet I still keep seeing this nigga ghost
Damn, this one lil' nigga thought I was crossing him
Double tapped on his pic, now this nigga think I'm supporting him
Lil' bastard, his mother should've aborted him
It's Duffle Bag Ran, to coffin's where I'm escorting 'em