Ransom - Coffin Season (InstaFree) lyrics

I've change the culture of many lives
Now for him to be cool
He'll probably pretend he high
It's not the same qualities
Properties of a demigod that's underground
Ducking these clowns spending
These pennies wise
Yeah, and I brought a pistol for any size
God was tortured for hours, nigga
And then he died
A white plate, mom's silverware in his hand
Cutting coke as Tyrese
I was dripping tears on the 'Gram
Don't interfere with the plans
Don't think that body won't
Disappear with the van
While sitting here with ya fam
It's hard not hearing what they're saying
A lot of snide remakes
Hee hi's and naysaying you ready for war
Tribe tattoos and ya face painted
Not prepared, so can't stomach the pressure
In waist training think Kanan
You can get burnt from a nigga smoke
My brother dead
Yet I still keep seeing this nigga ghost
Damn, this one lil' nigga thought
I was crossing him double tapped on his pic
Now this nigga think I'm supporting him
Lil' bastard
His mother should've aborted him
It's Duffle Bag Ran
To coffin's where I'm escorting 'em