Eulogy

[Produced By: J-Rell] [Verse 1] It's that wack rapper eulogy That independent study, ain't nobody schoolin' me I'm too smart, ain't no foolin' me They say I'm hot and now they actin' like they cool with me Steady plottin' for I plot to plant a coffin They wanna take my spot like Jesse Jackson, guess I'm Martin Luther King Hell it hurts, I could barely trust the church I just watched a man of God turn and do the devil's work As I'm prayin' for my sins pass the plate, give 10 percent Catch the bus to leave the service pastor pulled off in a Benz So tell me how that feel nigga? So cold hearted bet your spirit get a chill nigga I flip this rap shit like a fuckin' pissy mattress Attracting women that ain't know the line just like a actress I'm rappin for the niggas who ain't have shit Can't hold a candle to me, why you tryna match this? Hard to hear the real cause your ears filled with whack shit Rappers makin' dollars cause you stupid niggas lack sense Just like to mention I'm about to make a killing The writing's on the wall, Bart Simpson in detention Nigga, please man [Verse 2] Look how far that we got Still got much further to go, but shit we all that we got With what we got from mic recordings I remember sporing PayLess Dunlaps Laughed at by cats who wore Jordans But momma can't afford them, I'm ashamed I even asked Things you have you don't want, things you want you don't have So my friends ran streets while I ran beats Growin' two different directions like Trinidad James' teeth I survived like Preach, Cochise in the sky Valedictorian, graduated from Cooley High Southside of the Chi ain't a safe place to live Watching these grandmothers outliving their grandkids It's a damn shame but I'm tryna make it out Ain't bring me in this world but they tryna take me out Don't hate the player, hate the game and I'm just playin' by the rules Like Romney told McCain, damn this nigga don't lose See you niggas new clothes want someone to put you on But I just make tracks like a dope shooter's arm I'm rappin' like I ain't make a dollar yet Promise momma I'll get her a house and she ain't got it yet So I'm working S'all good Yea I'm working nigga In due time it'll be fine