Dignified

[Chorus]
What about everything, that I did in my life?
Will it be forgotten, as soon as I die?
No man knows the day or the hour, no man knows the time
But all that I ask, is please let me die dignified, yeah

[Verse 1]
Okay
Say for instance, we outside, we finna cut up
Plus the owner just sent us a bottle, bitch we lucked up (huh)
I'm steady turning down the shots, I'm feeling fucked up
Kayla saying “Bitch, stop being pussy, pick the cup up”
So, I'm like, fuck it, why not?
Bitch, it's just us (okay)
My nigga left us in the club
He must trust us (dummy)
They just packed a nigga out, he looking roughed up (ugh)
And now we running out the club, kicking dust up (huh)
So which one of us could drive? Not me (nope)
TT in the corner saying “Bitch, I gotta pee”
I'm out, TT out
So now it's just three (hm)
And Jazz leaning out her heels puking, so is Que (ugh)
The only person left, is Tamia, so we green
Then Tamia look at me, and says she thinks she lost her keys (what?)
On top of that, she left her glasses, she can't see (hm)
So the only real option here is me, okay
We in a car, five deep, time to lock in (huh?)
I'm trying to back out, a Honda got me blocked in (huh)
I'm off Patron, in my zone, body rocking (uh-huh)
But I gotta get us home, no other option (let's go)
I'm on the E-way, everything's smooth (huh)
I'm going 45 (huh), I think it's time to cruise (huh, huh)
I'm playing slow jams (huh), I'm trying to set the mood (huh)
Then boom, hit a wall
Send us to the upper room to our doom, too soon

[Chorus]
What about everything, that I did in my life?
Will it be forgotten, as soon as I die?
No man knows the day or the hour, no man knows the time
But all that I ask, is please let me die dignified, yeah

[Verse 2]
The ambulance is on the scene, checking pulses (huh)
My family waiting, trying to see what the results is (huh)
They huddled up, trying to pray, they consulting (huh)
But they don't know the steering wheel done pushed my skull in (hey)
I done killed everybody in the car (huh?)
But how?
The destination wasn't even far
And my mama know I don't drink and drive, that's bizarre (huh)
So how the fuck I crash on the way home from the bar?
Fox News saying, I was just a troubled star (no)
That should show you how you die might become just who you are (yeah)
It don't matter what you did in your life or what you saw (huh, huh)
You gotta answer when a maker pull your number out the jar (dummy)
Put the bottle down (down), or call a Uber (stupid)
We having fun, I hate to be a party pooper (uh-huh)
But you know death is on a prowl, he a recruiter (yeah)
And he quick to turn your life into a blooper (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, put the bottle down
Hoe, call an Uber (yeah)
We turning up, I hate to be a party pooper (uh-huh)
Don't you know that Death is on the prowl and he could scoop ya?
You know you my bitch
It's only right, I had to school ya, ugh

[Chorus]
What about everything, that I did in my life?
Will it be forgotten, as soon as I die?
No man knows the day or the hour, no man knows the time
But all that I ask, is please let me die dignified, yeah