Peanut

Ay

Ay, nephew NSA, ay, know I'm on the way

Family saw you on the stage, left it not amazed

Thought you up in AA

Now you done and brazed, ay (Brazed, ay)

Get the fuck back, you moving like they cut your 'caine, ay

Lick the nut sack, flooted in some tear aways (Ay)

Flushin' through the pain, depression, this is not a phase, ay

Picking out his grave, couldn't help but feel out of place

Try and catch some rays, death, it has the sour taste (Sour taste)

Bless my pops, we sent him off and not a hour late

Still in shock, and now my heart out somewhere on the range

Outta range, picked the lock and now we elevate

We box 'em out, my shit a million miles away

**** featherweight

Like we making food, father's face when I'm not afraid, my uncle Hugh