And the eulogy read
And the eulogy read
And the eulogy read
And the eulogy read
In front of us lies a man that was truly ahead
Could've died in a shootin' but ended up a shoo in instead
And when they said hip hop music was dead, your ears he fed
Shed sweat tears and bled, peers they feed and veered for bread
He kept steering straight and made sure all of the children ate
Food for thought fools who thought dude would salt and threw salt
It only made 'em more seasoned nigga, here's a plate
Porch started payin' bills and it was never level playin' fields
But had major label deals on the table still
Streaming was low across the board they wanted to touch the numbers
Like they do up and comers that bump for a couple summers
Wasn't fuckin' with it, never been with the boosting
Stayed independent, signed wit HR for distribution
J Erving kept shit 100, he showed the most love
Threw 'em his first bag, he started recording snub
Ran through that shit with ease with bills and two kids to feed
He knew He had to make a classic and He did indeed
Labels callin' again, same song and dance
But crackers literally want you to do a song and dance
One label was cool, talks about a strong advance
Plus a cool meal and then they pulled the deal
But he wasn't shattered, broken, he just had to focus
Ashtray with scattered roaches, bounced back with a magnum opus
So before the casket closes let 'em have his roses
I'm pretty sure he'd be glad you noticed
The sword was his pen he waged war with his men
Anybody part of the stray fam is more than a friend
This where all the choruses end they pour 40's for him
Tell you how we got to this point, let the story begin, begin, begin
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