Won't Feel It

They say you should give people their flowers While they can still smell them Ayy, nigga (Give people their flowers while they are here) Ayy Yeah Ayy They only show up with your flowers when you gone (yeah) Never give a fuck or even holla'd at you once (never) But when you're ashes in a urn (yeah) Or lying in a casket elegantly suited up They appear in numbers Like the talkin' ass beat and flogged (that talkin' donkey) Seen niggas outrightly ignored Has-beens, sick niggas out crying for funds (uh-huh) The other day, was scrolling through my timeline when I saw A nigga crying for assistance looking tired and all But the clip was never viral til he bit the dust And his pic was hangin' up on divers social media walls (yeah) With them crying emojis, RIPs and broken hearts Coupled with epistle captions long as the books of paul (Seen it all nigga) Man die in obscurity and afterwards Niggas started hyping all his shit, yeah Massive funds and gifts gettin' showered to a dead man Who was yellin' help till he died ignored and skint (uh) Shit is fucked up So much that on the rare occasions niggas care Somebody is prolly boxed up like shipments out of DHL Meaning dead or prolly just racked up Billie cash, Big enough to make em kinda famous like the nigga dex (woo!) Niggas life a garden full of flowers But be tightfisted with 'em till you can no longer smell (Yeah) Tightfisted with it prior a nigga's death Come bearing it profusely while the nigga's at rest Man, fuck it! If you can't show it while I'm still around Nigga, keep it (ayy) Don't bother trying when I'm gone I ain't gon feel it (Yeah, brodie keep it to yourself uh) I ain't gon feel it (Yeah, brodie keep it to yourself uh) (Ayy) Yeah, yeah If you can't show it while I'm still around Nigga, keep it (ayy) Don't bother trying when I'm gone I ain't gon feel it (Ayy, brodie keep it to yourself, ayy) (My nigga, keep it to yourself, ayy) If you can't show it while I'm still around Nigga, keep it (ayy) Don't bother trying when I'm gone I ain't gon feel it (Yeah, brodie keep it to yourself uh) I ain't gon feel it (Yeah, brodie keep it to yourself uh) (Ayy) Yeah, yeah If you can't show it while I'm still around Nigga, keep it (ayy) Don't bother trying when I'm gone I ain't gon feel it (Ayy, brodie keep it to yourself, ayy) (My nigga, keep it to yourself, ayy) (We good) "I'll call this person tomorrow" "I'll reach out tomorrow" "Oh, I'll talk to them when I can" And then I woke up and tomorrow was too late Because they passed away You do not want that to happen to you Because I promise you it'll eat at your soul