Pickin' out his grave, can't help but feel out of place Tryin' to catch some rays, death and hostess, I would taste Bless my pops, she sent him off and not a hour late Still is shockin', now my heart out somewhere on the range Out of range Pick the lock and now we elevate We box him out, my *** a million miles away Niggas fed away Like we make a fool Father's face, but I'm not afraid My Uncle Hugo
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