[Lupe:]
He came back
In the same suit he was buried in
Similar to the one his grandfather was married in
Yes, he was still fresh to def blang
Two ear rangs
and a chain layin on his chest
He still had it cuz they couldn’t find it
And the bullets from his enemies sat like 2 inches behind it
Smelled the hennessey from when his niggaz got reminded
And poured out liquor in his memory and he didn’t mind it but
He couldn’t sip it fast enough
So the liquor was just fillin the casket up
Floatin down by his feet was the letter from his sista
Second grade hand writing simply read I miss ya
Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughters picta
Right next to it one of his mans stuck a swisha
He had a notion as he layed there soackin
He saw that the latch was open
He kicks his casket open
And he...

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This life goes passin you by
It might go fast if you lie
You wanna live then you die
Oh oh oh oh.
If lies goes passin you by
Don’t cry
If you’re breakin the rules
Makin your moves
Payin your dues
Chasin the cool.

[Lupe:]
Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface,
Tarnished goal chain is what he loosened up the earth with
He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it
And when he couldn’t dirt spit he swallowed it
Workin like a hmmm reverse archeologist
Except his buried treasure was sunshine
So when sunshine through a whole that he had drove
It reflected off the gold and almost made sometin blind
He grabbed onto some grass and climbed
Pulled himself up out of his own grave and looked at the time
On the watch that had stopped
6 months after the shots
That had got him in the box
Ringing henny outta his socks
Figured it was hours cuz he wasn’t older
Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulder
So, with a right hand that was all bones
And no reason to stay he decided to walk home
So he...

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[Lupe:]
He begged for some chain
To get him on the train
Damned, the nigga stank
Is what they complained
Tried to light the blunt but it burst into flames
Caught the reflection in the window at what he became
A long look, wasn’t shook, wasnt ashamed
Matter of fact, only thing on his brain was brains
Yeah, and getting back in his lane doin his thang
First he had to find something to slang
Next stop was his block
It had the same cops
Walked right past the same spot where he was shot, shot
Then some little niggaz tried to sell him rocks
But it just felt weird, bein on the opposite
They figured that he wasn’t from there so they pulled out
And robbed him with the same gun they shot him with
Put it to his head and said you scared aintcha
He said hustler to death no heaven for a gangsta.
And...

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