Letra de Play This At My Funeral - Xzibit

(Feat. [])

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

I put together my suit of armor like Tony Stark's

I seen dynasties come together, but never start

Niggas 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, peace to Ras and Saafir

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 (Haha)

Damn, I think I need to exercise 'cause I gained a little weight

But shit, my pockets is straight, bitch

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 niggas 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 niggas 'cause they was running up

Fuck, I been fighting so long I sleep in combat boots

I don't never take 'em off

Pathetic, no work ethic, bad credit

Bitch, get out my way, you is not ready

For a nigga 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, astroturfing

There's 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

Shit, people really hard to trust, it was only us

Bitch niggas avoided us, they never got along with us

Sixteen in a shooter, barracuda

Put an unregistered six-shooter up to your soup coolers

Bitch, this is a song without a hook

You've been entertained enough, y'all niggas need to read some books

Self-preservation is the only way

Get the fuck 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 fuck 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 motherfuckers know what time it is

Time to grow the fuck up, get a job, and feed your kids

Kingmaker from the West

If you wanna make it here, better say it with your chest, nigga

Yeah, you got to say it with your chest, nigga

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