(This is the greatest first line to a eulogy I've ever heard)

Hmph, hmph, hmph (Let's go)

Huh, who that is? Mr. Hop Out Whip (Uh, Mr. Hop Out Whip)

Hop out, ain't finna catch no fade, I'm finna shoot this Crip (Uh, I'm finna shoot this Crip)

Chain gang, uncle, he hit **** with blade, just 'cause he taking the chips (Uh)

All I gotta do is pay 'em minimum wage, I bet you he get a **** killed (Bet you he get a **** killed, uh)

We spin the **** block for a couple days, tryna pour Cartoned Milk (Pour cartoned milk, uh)

Hundred shots, ****, come out of the Drac', this ain't no modern whip (This ain't no modern whip, uh)

My twin, he shoot at the police, he made the sergeant dip (He made the sergeant dip, uh)

We gonna spin **** hood, until the target hit (Until the target hit, uh)

My ****, he wild as fuck, why he be hardly sitting (Why he be hardly—uh)

The Percocet withdrawals, **** can hardly shit (Uh, uh)

After I'm through giving this bitch a face fuck, this bitch gon' hardly spit (Gon' hardly spit, uh)

After I take the Perc' pill, I be geeked up, and **** hardly itch (**** hardly itch, uh)

Four deep, in a hotbox with the seat up, 'cause stick hardly fit (Stick hardly fit, uh)

I pour a four of Wockhardt in a liter, they say I'm probably sick (Say I'm probably sick, uh)

Just poured a four of Wockhardt in a liter, they said I'm probably sick (They said I'm probably sick)

Know I'm just getting high (Just getting high)

Know I'm just getting fried (Uh, just getting fried) When you see me with bloodshot eyes (Uh)

In the street, he a thugged out guy (Uh)

Stand up a gang with this compact nine (Uh)

My bro, he bang under the sun, he shine (Uh)

Mob life, he fell in love with crime (Uh)

Locked up, he got a shank, it slime

That boy, he don't watch the date or time (Uh)

We in real life GTA Online

Uh, I'm with lil' bro and he sticked up, he got the fire in the club (Uh, uh)

I can make any lil' **** pre-teen thug

Uh, bro seen how I shot the stick, then gave his fire a hug (Uh)

Blood on my kicks, rollin' spine, got blood on the rug (I got blood on the rug, uh)

You seen him on that floor, with his eyes rolled back (Uh)

I don't think his soul attached (Uh, uh)

Get on the floor when we kick down the door with these sticks, we don't give a fuck 'bout a latch

You try to run in this trap house for a lil' lick, ARP rip up your back

Fuck the KelTec, I like Perc'-ten-'cets (Perc'-ten-'cets)