Great Death

If I die tomorrow It's gonna be a great death It's gonna be a great death If I die tomorrow You gon love what comes next You gon love my last breath Tell em if I die tomorrow It's gonna be a great death Its gonna be a great death If I die tomorrow You gon love what comes next You gon love my last breath Tell em if I die tomorrow The year is 2025, we live at the Grammys Give Brett a dap and smile, gold trophy they hand me I give glory to God, Brett thanks both of our families But something's feeling odd, vibes have got me feeling antsy I hear shots, doors lock, guards drop Everybody getting robbed, ski masks, black glocks See one pointed my way, I can hear my heart stop Fully loaded like the Matrix and I pray it don't pop but He be letting off his nine tho Bullets fly through me leaving holes, where do I go Spirit way up in the sky high like soprano Colour draining from my face no vitiligo I wake up with a cold sweat dripping down my neck The Reaper's cousin demanding I give his fam respect Go to the booth pull all our beats up on deck And spit each demo like it was my last breath so If I die tomorrow It's gonna be a great death It's gonna be a great death If I die tomorrow You gon love what comes next You gon love my last breath If I die tomorrow It's gonna be a great death It's gonna be a great death If I die tomorrow You gon love what comes next You gon love my last breath Tell em if I die tomorrow It's gonna be a great death Its gonna be a great death If I die tomorrow You gon love what comes next You gon love my last breath Grab a molotov, hey Someone call up Cleopatra from the grave We could set it off, hey Grab a camera like an uzi get to shooting It's just click click, bang bang bang and your whole life gone Just a jpeg on a t-shirt or your homegirls phone I ain't down to go out no no Not without vocals tracked thoughts penned down full blown I'm God's son, I'm Pac's child my whole vibe gon prove it My notes gon spark revival or revolution Homie I known from time Legends never really pass, music keeps them all alive I'll be six feet under grass, this my fully written will Why you think I'm writing rhymes huh Just in case I don't survive It's gonna be a great death It's gonna be a great death You gon love what comes next You gon love my last breath It's gonna be a great death It's gonna be a great death You gon love what comes next You gon love my last breath