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letra de obituaries - scorey

[intro]
(yeezo, shut up!)
(oh, hicksmade this sh-t!)
uh-uh, uh
ayy

[chorus]
gang face like obituaries, i remember them times i’d break down at the cemetery
we was screaming out, “free lil’ terry”, he got caught for some sh-t that went down the preliminary
when i die momma don’t be scared for me, just make sure that my n-ggas carry me
drippin’ gucci and louis, burry me, i just wish that the streets ain’t marry me
i be missing my main mans, feel depression i get in that mode and i shake cans
let it spray like a paint can, .40 sound like a beat, when he f-ck he gon’ break dance
he was ducking his grave man, on the book he was dissing and sh-t, he a brave man
he was ducking his grave man, on the book he was dissing and sh-t, he a brave man
[verse]
.30 clip gon’ bust lil’ n-gga, i would knock him on b-tt, n-gga, f-ck n-gga dance to the beat
‘member long nights me and at ridin’ in the hills like two or three cans in the sea
r.i.p gunz, lil gistay, ray, lil zach, i done lost a couple friends to thestreets
glock .23 only waist, looking for that get back, he would never see the end to the peace
i go wham in this beef, ain’t tryna be a friend, what you mean? i’ma put the f.n. to the steam
up in air, while they get dressed, i gripping on that tec while i’m running through the field wit’ my cliques
gang sh-lls on the set, it’s so many of us left in this sh-t, it’d seem like my friends been deceased
i’m just hoping’ that my friend’s at peace, let’s race to m’, we gon’ blow a couple bands if we meet

- scorey

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