Posthumous

And the last thing they said was
"Yo wave don't hot box the fuckin closet, you've been spittin science projects so the fumes are fuckin toxic"
Rest in peace to me my body ashes with the chronic
After life there's an after party promised
And I plan to leave unconscious
My mind is haunted, my soul has dissipated
Hated Til you die then you're celebrated
Life is just a game you can choose to play it
But it'll leave you chewed & bruised if you liberate it
Just be yourself
But it's so hard in this big world I see
Specially with these things I wanna be
It's what I gotta be
Do what I want is what was taught to me
I'd rather die before I fall to mediocrity. And...

No love shown for those with nothin left behind
All I've known is this trouble on my mind

Work Til I die so I can leave the world exhausted bruh
Like I'm making music for a posthumous uh

I had a dream I was assassinated, so I got my ass up and stopped procrastinating
Cause the biggie's, And the lennons and the Pac's, and the Kennedy's
All died but live through a never ending energy
Do the most with the time you get
Because Sleep is just a cousin of death
I'm not here to impress
On the contra cause I'm here to express
Every word I'm spittin cause I'm workin to death
I hope you hate cause you'll never be like me
Just a pair of Nike's and a coffee stained white tee
Pay attention

Ask a question and I hope you find the answer
Cause we all get lost weather from a bullet stray or cancer

This ain't a song for you to sing along and dance
I'm sayin let em smell the roses given while they got the chance