This how this shit be:

Nigga,ya ain't bout streetsweepin', ya bout weepin'/
Breakin to tears when a battle aint yo's for tha keepin'//1
Ya claim you iz ill like tha flu but we all know it aint true/
You weaker than a common cold crushed under a shoe//2
Ya pop threw wit ya Papoose an' loose twat mid-undaground/
Youll be found in a red mound, no sound losin blood by tha pound//3
Youngsta, Ya nothin of a underground king, UGK from Texas/
Ya from tha East Coast Big Apple drivin pintos while im inda Lexus//4
Ya done fucked round got murked, ya tha president dead now/
Wow, ya done gone stiff,broke, choked, got smoked...but how?//5
Ya stiffer than my jeans wit Sta-Flo starch, frozen head-toe/
How ya goin'a take a blow, not snoblow but gimme a shot-hoe//6

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Murdered:

LGB FreeYayo

A.K.A. Lil Nae2

ChYld
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Lyrical Crook