Lyrics King Lil G – After My Death
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I Wanna Take The Time To
Give A Shout Out To Everyone Who’s Been Supporting Me
And I’m Talking About Strangers When I Say This
Cause Some People That Been A Part Of My Life
This Ones For You
Whose Gon’ Love You When You Dead Homie?
Whose Gon’ Love Me When I’m Dead Huh?
You Lost Everything You Own
And You Left With No Bread Homie
Whose Gon’ Love Me When I’m Dead Huh?
I Kept Fucking With You
But I Didn’t Know No Better
I Guess I Had To Learn My Lesson
Now My Flow Is Better
I Felt Like Some Of You Left Me
Up In The Coldest Weather
And Now You Callin’ My Phone
Cause Now My Shows Are Better
I Remember When You Never Pressed The Like Button
You Like Frontin’
Like It’s Hard For You To Like Somethin’
No Legitimate Reason
I Guess You Haters Love It
I Rise Above It
A Dime A Dozen
My Time Is Comin’
Tell Me How You Did It
When Your Father Was An Alcoholic
A Drug Addict
Will These Politicians Change The Rules?
They Gave My Homies More Time
For Some Gang Tattoos
I Closed My Eyes For A Second
And My Freedom Is Gone
If You In Court Right Now
Keep Believing In God
They Say They Love The Way The King
Keep On Speaking The Raw
I’m From The Region
Where Disbelievers Believe In This Song
I Was Trouble For A Second
Till The Day That God Spoke To Me
They Keep Judging Me
Tell Me What They Want From Me
They keep Judging Me
Tell Me What They Want From Me
Whose Gon’ Love You When You Dead Homie?
Whose Gon’ Love Me When I’m Dead Huh?
You Lost Everything You Own
And You Left With No Bread Homie
Whose Gon’ Love Me When I’m Dead Huh?
I Had A Dream
God Let Me In Heaven
He Had The Rich & The Poor Together
I Have A Question
What’s The Reason These Privileged People Discriminated Me
He Started Laughing
And Told Me I Love Your Bravery
My Son, Do You Understand The Evil On Earth?
I Stayed Quite
Cause I Didn’t Understand What It’s Worth
Dear God Please Tell Me
What’s My Reason Of Birth
I Was A Poor Lil Kid
In The Streets I Was Cursed
I Never Held A Bible
Held Guns To Shoot Rivals
Please Resurrect Me & Help Me
And I’ll Improve My Style
Teach Me Poetry
To Heal The Hearts Of Men On Meth
Drug Addiction
Made My Lil Homie Take Last Breaths
He Never Met His Mother
She Passed Away from Cancer
Was Like My Little Brother
I Tried To Give Him Answers
So Why He Grew Up In A Foster Home
So Many Tragedies
You Feelin’ Like Your Heart Turned Cold
And Now You’re Dead Homie
Whose Gon’ Love You When You Dead Homie?
Whose Gon’ Love Me When I’m Dead Huh?
You Lost Everything You Own
And You Left With No Bread Homie
Whose Gon’ Love Me When I’m Dead Huh?
Whose Gon’ Love Me When I’m Dead Huh?
Whose Gon’ Love Me When I’m Dead?
