After My Death

I wanna take the time to

Give a shout out to everyone who has been supporting me

And I'm talking about strangers when I say this

'Cause some people that been a part of my life

Gave up on me a long time ago

This one's for you

Who's gon' love you when you dead, homie?

Who's gon' love me when I'm dead, huh?

You lost everything you own and you left with no bread, homie

Who's gon' love me when I'm dead, huh?

I kept fucking with you, but I didn't know no better

I guess I had to learn my lesson, now my flow is better

I feel like some of you left me up in the coldest weather

And now you calling my phone 'cause now my shows are better

I remember when you never pressed the like button

You like fronting like it's hard for you to like something

No legitimate reason, I guess you haters love it

I rise above it a dime a dozen, my time is coming

Tell me how you did it when your father was an alcoholic

A drug addict who never gave you the love you wanted

Well, these politicians change the rules

They give my homies more time for some gang tattoos

I close my eyes for a second, then my freedom is gone

If you in court right now, keep believing in God

They say they love the way the king keep on speaking the raw

I'm from the region of disbelievers, believe in this song

I was troubled for a second, till the day that God spoke to me

They keep judging me, tell me what they want from me

They keep judging me, tell me what they want for me

Who's gon' love you when you dead, homie?

Who's gon' love me when I'm dead, huh?

You lost everything you own and you left with no bread, homie

Who's gon' love me when I'm dead, huh?

I had a dream God let me in Heaven

He had the rich and the poor together, I have a question

What's the reason why these privileged people discriminated me?

He started laughing and told me, I love your bravery

My son, do you understand the evil on Earth?

I stayed quiet 'cause I didn't understand what's it's worth

Dear God, please tell me what's my reason of birth?

I was a poor little kid in the streets, I was cursed

I never held the Bible, held guns, to shoot rivals

Please resurrect me and help me and I'll improve my style

Teach me poetry to heal the hearts of men on meth

Drug addiction made my little homie take last breath

He never meet his mother, she passed away from cancer

Was like my little brother, I try to give him answers

So why he grew up in a foster home, so many tragedies

You feeling like your heart turned cold, and now you dead, homie

Who's gon' love you when you dead, homie?

Who's gon' love me when I'm dead, huh?

You lost everything you own and you left with no bread, homie

Who's gon' love me when I'm dead, huh?

Who's gon' love me when I'm dead, huh?

Who's gon' love me when I'm dead?