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>Death is comin' for you, but you already knew that
>Thought the clique up brought you some safety up in this pack
>But that didn't add up, back up, stand up, strike a pose
>With your gat up, that's what they like, you suppose
>They gon' rack up, stack up that stuff that you stole
>But the fact of status wrapped up in black cold
>Caskets cannot be ignored; runnin' so fast should had an award
>Homies got gassed for cash from that score
>Y'all could have made a dash just after one more
>So your foot up on the gas and smash 'round the corner
>Only one man was sent to the coroner
>Wasn't part of the plan, but damn, the fast foreign
>Whip was too quick to flip and fast-forward
>The past smashed every wall, pillar and floorboard
>Ashes to ashes, dust in the lung
>Fire now on everything, gasoline been poured
>Last piece of action 'fore you succumb
>Just catch a glance of what could have done this
>Somethin' 'bout how he walks remind you of someone
>You look and see a gun, a man with no face
>A golden halo that could be the sun
