Eulogy

(Look)
If i get dropped would ya feel sorry
Or would you load up a tray take kill for me
And if you won't you ain’t no real homie
I don’t wanna see you bruddas at my meals dargie
Bruddas asking why i move real lowkey
Well, i don’t trust much but my steel homie
Cuh niggas that you thought was a real OG
Could panic in the court and squeal on me
Now it’s fuckery looking at a bird dargie
Cah he trusted a donny [who had his word?] homie
Bestfriend fuck that word dargie
Just me and my burner when i burst homie
Cah i don’t trust bruddas in my business
Simple
Same bruddas turn to a witness
Now i gotta slice more victim
Before the feds feed on the snitches
Info, bitches, bimbos, gifting info
Cah they don’t wanna see us getting rich off, ringtone
Mandem snakey
Gyal be the worst though
Snake mans crib if he filling up her purse yo
And it make me sick cah, bruddas that you trusted
Showed mad love wid
Could turn round and pitch ya
All cos of pennies , pounds and the queens face
So i keep that suttin round me just to be safe
Straight from CH
Drugs and strallys
Young tugs carry, guns in cabby’s
Every second that i t'ink i’m getting closer to my karma
So i gotta carry, go ask ade
He’ll tell you how i used to have my burner in cafe
Burner in barbershop , burner in stratty
They saying that i fucking done work with the magic
Cah i bussed case even though it weren’t meant to happen
Niggas snitching like “i swear fam i weren’t meant to rat him”
Well i’ll shoot him point blank and say “i weren’t meant to clap him”
I don’t give a fuck, who they say he shot , claimed he’s dropped
Bitch take your AP off
I remember when we licked it 18 shots
Could’ve gone show room and got a [mer]cedes copped
He ain’t splashing on gooch man sane
My food link great i’m the reason why them yutes dem paid
More money more probs that’s a useless phrase
Cah i was broke stabbing man for some useless change
Now i’m laid back, and i’m feeling kinda comfy
With a lightie up in carribean scene when we hungry
Let’s talk about the truth
I’m really in the field man this week ain’t even thought about a booth
Too many dickheads owe p’s
Too many plants in the trapspot that need water at the roots
Darg, let’s talk about the truth
Dem man snitches
Stood in court and started forking out the proof
If i’m lying then i’m dying
But i’m still here , i ain’t dead even though they keep trying
Darg lets talk about the truth
They never cough up dough straight away you have to force it out the yute
Yeah i’ve done a couple run ups
Now every crep on my foot gotta cost a couple hunna