Play This At My Funeral lyrics

[Intro]
That nothing is impossible if you are here
Yeah, huh
I swear to God
I know I'm not supposed to
But I swear to God
It's been a long journey
Man, I wouldn't do it over if I could (Huh)
They say, a coward dies a thousand deaths
But a man, a man only dies once
Yeah, huh

[Verse]
I put together my suit of armor like Tony Stark's
I seen dynasties come together, but never start
n*ggas ain't with me right now 'cause they ain't had a heart
They get emotional, hold grudges, and fall apart
I am the Alpha, Omega, I am the Holy Grail (Damn)
I am from cook it, cut it, serve it and make the sale
Good to be back this year
Feast your asses in fear
I feel Scientology clear, yeah
Damn, it feels good to be alive
Recognized I was better off blessing in disguise, yeah
I will shoot you right between the eyes
Take a selfie with your corpse eating a burger with some fries (Ha-ha, damn)
I think I need to exercise 'cause I gained a little weight
But sh*t, my pockets is straight, b*tch
Rebirth, triple my worth
'Cause everything is possible on God's green earth
See, I was just a kid when I had a kid
With no real definition of what a family is
Y'all n*ggas don't understand me
It was just me and Tremaine
With Ileani as nanny, yeah
First world problems, came up from coming up
Guilty of shotgunning n*ggas 'cause they was running up
f*ck, I been fighting so long I sleep in combat boots
I don't never take them off
Pathetic, no work ethic, bad credit
b*tch, get out my way
You is not ready
For a n*gga with a sense of purpose
I ain't perfect
I'm always working
My sense is urgent (Damn)
A different person, I was sick of hurting
Close the curtain
No reversing
Astral turfing
There is only two things for certain
That we born alone, die alone, and birds keep chirping
I remember curb serving
Got my hands dirty
Graduated to high learning
Crack'll make your skin crawl, leave your eyes burning
I grew up to Rakim, Daddy Kane, and Erick Sermon
It was me and Erick
Hotter than Satan in the 3 Series BMW sitting on gold daytons
sh*t, people really hard to trust, it was only us
b*tch n*ggas avoided us, they never got along with us
Sixteen in a shooter, barracuda
Put an unregistered six shooter up to your soup coolers
b*tch, this is a song without a hook
You've been entertained enough
Y'all n*ggas need to read some books
Self-preservation is the only way
Get the f*ck out my country, that's what the Devil say
A Kingmaker, I left Wakanda and moved to Queens
I wish Prince Akeem was here to intervene
When I felt discouraged, thought I was losing steam
On the verge of losing everything, what the f*ck you mean
I've been working my whole life to get to this fight
To sit in this position, this is rightfully mine, right
Y'all motherf*ckers know what time it is
Time to grow the f*ck up, get a job, and feed your kids
Kingmaker from the West, if you wanna make it here
Better say it with your chest, n*gga
[Outro]
Yeah, you got to say it with your chest, n*gga