Hold up, hold up I bet you thinking that we dead Hold up, hold up I have this bullet in my head Hold up, hold up Mama what's them words you said? Hold up, hold up Why you make us think you're dead?
Oh they, oh they, think we dead
Hold up, hold up We 'bout to blow some trees Hold up, pass the Austin and the Freddie Mercury Don't need nobody, we bouncin' on that Astral Plane Hold up, hold up I think I just forgot my name (That's cause you're dead)
Nickel plated nine Bang bang blow your mind Beep beep flatline Gotta get your's, I been had mine Hold my hand, laying in the bed Family crying, they think he dead No jokes no hoax Felt his palm, he had no pulse Could've been the drank, it might've been the smoke In light of all that he was considered dope And now I'm left to keep you strong And I kept you Flying Lotus and I step too You can't run, just gonna get you I was live when I met you Now this seems to upset you This what the shit gon' get you, Death
Writer/s: CALVIN BROADUS, STEVEN ELLISON
Publisher: THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC.
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