Vultures Songtext
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Vultures Songtext
It′s just so many things in this life that I can't understand
I′ll never be able to understand cause there's no answer for 'em
The vultures be out though, know that
And they always gon′ be out, cause they′re savages
His arteries are punctured, they can't save his body
He got shot standing outside the party
He was only picking up his son, he wasn′t parking
Niggas drove by and let the shotgun bark at him
He died the same way as Malcolm and Martin
Just tryna help people instead of harm them
Mr. Youngblood, I know your soul hear me now
I know you sitting on the throne, I know you hear me now
I stood at King Hospital with emotion
I'm doing music now, Pat′s still coaching
Say hello to John
I always thought that what happened to you was dead wrong
It doesn't figure out, it doesn′t figure in
A good bottle and I still don't understand
But that's how life goes, some bigger master plan
We′ll really never know until the very end
The vultures are out, the gunshots fly
Loved ones die, loved ones cry
They jackin′ for Hondas, initiation
She never saw 'em coming, had no inclination
They shot into her back window at a red light
Kim, why′d that have to be you that night?
You was so cool, such a beautiful sister
Remember 55th and Oakland, all the tree we'd twist up?
They pulled you out the car that night, we took off
The vultures struck again, another good person lost
Me and Scotty G went to the funeral
The service was foul, something we wasn′t used to
We left and got some 40s of Olde Gold
Went to the park and blew one to celebrate your soul
Had to do our own thing, the whole thing was mind-blowing
To this day I'm not knowing why
The vultures are out, the gunshots fly
Loved ones die, loved ones cry
We went to school together, he was a good brother
A double master′s in education, smooth brother
Down for the youth, really shared his papa's passion
We used to go head up on Sega's Live or Madden
He was from New York, but here′s the irony
They found him dead here in L.A. County
North off the 405 where they found him
Damn, my nigga was literally right around me
I wish he hollered I′d be with him when he pulled over
He fell victim to the sins of another vulture
Shot in the back of the head, my nigga Ennis
Couldn't believe you was really dead
It was on the news, I′m tryna call you
No answer, no reply, I'm like, "Nah, dude"
This shit can′t be, this here's a nightmare
But the truth don′t lie, and it's right there
The vultures are out, the gunshots fly
Loved ones die, loved ones cry
I′ll never be able to understand cause there's no answer for 'em
The vultures be out though, know that
And they always gon′ be out, cause they′re savages
His arteries are punctured, they can't save his body
He got shot standing outside the party
He was only picking up his son, he wasn′t parking
Niggas drove by and let the shotgun bark at him
He died the same way as Malcolm and Martin
Just tryna help people instead of harm them
Mr. Youngblood, I know your soul hear me now
I know you sitting on the throne, I know you hear me now
I stood at King Hospital with emotion
I'm doing music now, Pat′s still coaching
Say hello to John
I always thought that what happened to you was dead wrong
It doesn't figure out, it doesn′t figure in
A good bottle and I still don't understand
But that's how life goes, some bigger master plan
We′ll really never know until the very end
The vultures are out, the gunshots fly
Loved ones die, loved ones cry
They jackin′ for Hondas, initiation
She never saw 'em coming, had no inclination
They shot into her back window at a red light
Kim, why′d that have to be you that night?
You was so cool, such a beautiful sister
Remember 55th and Oakland, all the tree we'd twist up?
They pulled you out the car that night, we took off
The vultures struck again, another good person lost
Me and Scotty G went to the funeral
The service was foul, something we wasn′t used to
We left and got some 40s of Olde Gold
Went to the park and blew one to celebrate your soul
Had to do our own thing, the whole thing was mind-blowing
To this day I'm not knowing why
The vultures are out, the gunshots fly
Loved ones die, loved ones cry
We went to school together, he was a good brother
A double master′s in education, smooth brother
Down for the youth, really shared his papa's passion
We used to go head up on Sega's Live or Madden
He was from New York, but here′s the irony
They found him dead here in L.A. County
North off the 405 where they found him
Damn, my nigga was literally right around me
I wish he hollered I′d be with him when he pulled over
He fell victim to the sins of another vulture
Shot in the back of the head, my nigga Ennis
Couldn't believe you was really dead
It was on the news, I′m tryna call you
No answer, no reply, I'm like, "Nah, dude"
This shit can′t be, this here's a nightmare
But the truth don′t lie, and it's right there
The vultures are out, the gunshots fly
Loved ones die, loved ones cry
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