Where do we go when we di-e, In a distance, he sees shimmers of his existence out of his eyes His poor thoughts are in overdrive, He sees his reflection in the sky My woadie is in overdrive My partner is in overdrive My dawg is in overdrive My friend is in overdrive If they really want to bust, they'd bust but these niggas are some cowards Listen motha fucka They ain't got no guts Lit shortie on her knees, sucking those nightmares out my nuts He got that 9-inch pipe up in her guts He trying to make this broccoli For a prophecy He not trying to grab a bag He trying to make a bag Break a bag Ra-pe a bag Swag a bag develop this bag out his motha fu-cking drag He making cr-ack rock in basement Smoking so much propylidene You could see his soul rise out the empyrean This is why my homie stay on his medicine His endurance raging slow My boys not a h-oe Where do we go when we d-ie, In a distance, he sees shimmers of his existence out of his eyes His poor thoughts are in overdrive, He sees his reflection in the sky My woadie is in overdrive My partner is in overdrive My dawg is in overdrive My friend is in overdrive