Nixon - Eulogy lyrics

[Intro] Uh huh Uh huh Oh don't mind me Places to go, people to see You know, are you alright? (Nope) [Verse 1: Art Morera] My name wealthy, what the f** you gon' tell me They don't care about a brother's well being All they do is stunt 'til the front door bell ring Open up to a cannon that's in they face taking selfies like "Pose!" I suppose what they would say joking while you're standing there froze Take your money and your hoes and your clothes Like Robin Hood going for the gold Man I'm 'bout my sh**, homie I'm 'bout my sh** Fresh off the jet with a mile high spliff On my own tip, ain't nobody sound like this Turn this up, get the crowd hype quick They f** with me, I'm too legit I could turn this sh** into a eulogy with your name on it Crept up and we came homie [Verse 2: Art Morera] I could probably fit my whole life inside of a bag and a suit case All the money that I made in my left hand Any memories, keep em strapped to my shoe lace I know that God is giving me a chance so I'm doing what I can before it's too late Captain of the crusades, will the tracks that my crew make Ever really land in this new wave today? Which rappers do you fave? Which damsel do we save? Are we damned souls? Are we slaves? Who's setting the example these days? Set a whirlwind with my tracklist Let the world spin on my axis Get on a world tour, from Miami to Europe and even Berlin All access, Los Angeles Nixon with a tall actress People sell their soul having nothing to fall back with Hang up on God just to call back quick when they see the big picture Hell nah, that's it? Yeah that's it, I'm a take a dab hit Be back in a tad bit [Hook: Art Morera] Eulogy (4x) [Verse 3: Art Morera] Looking back at everything that I was, how Everyone was waiting for me to become what I've been dreaming of Even though it ain't easily done Just a man, not a God, they're believing in none But God please deliver me from the evils I just spent a whole month on a mountain in California listening to my ego Pop up shop in the wilderness, saw gra** grow where a building is Plucked a wilted rose pedal then posed for this little 12:01 film we did, remember? They be thinking yo no se Oh you don't say, like a ventriloquist, well entonce For my own sake if they're gonna run a puppet show then I'm a be the one to pull strings Like the ones in my throat when I'm gon' sing Take my word for it 'cause I know things They be trynna sell me dreams but I be like "No thanks" They're coming from a team with a low rank But they f** with me, I'm too legit I could turn this sh** to a eulogy with your name on it Crept up 'cause you slept on us [Hook: Art Morera] What's that? Oh, that? that's a (Eulogy) You don't wanna see your name on a (Eulogy) You don't wanna see your name on a (Eulogy)