7.13.82 - 2.29.14 - Mickey Factz, B. Madison

Momma said I was a good kid

Told the mortician I better not look sick

A couple of girls said I gave em good dick

I heard a mural got painted somewhere in Bushwick

Rappers that ain’t answer texts were saying we mad tight

And that they cried when they heard the news last night

I made a couple top 5's, am I that nice?

It’s March 1st and I’m thinking about my past life

Put a flashlight in all the bad ad-vice

Now it’s half priced shirts on the rest in peace Mickey Factz site

And all the haters disappear, yeah right

Last pic on Instagram got mad likes

My niece has 1 uncle, the streets filled with drunk puddles

All my downloads have just doubled

My closet got raided, my youtube views got elevated

And new school dudes say I’m they favorite

Some chicks I heard admitted they had a crush on me

Girls act like wifey’s when they were fuck buddies

Brothers turn into fans now that I’m dust homie

Bank account goes to mom, she gets the hush money

All my dogs give a bucks like Bud Bundy

Hand bread on the low, that’s a hush puppy

And at the awake, crack smiles

And make sure this is played somewhere in the background mad loud

What happens if I die

Will anyone care?

Will anyone cry?

Will people get drunk?

Will people get high?

Who will say good-bye?

I really want to know what would happened if I die

Ask yourself what would happen if I die?

What would happen when I die?

I saw my body in the morgue speechless

About to meet with my Lord Jesus

I hope Brandy gets my art pieces

And tell Wes he can have my Zara suits with the long creases

Forever grateful, when the show slowed up I got song features

Now more leaches, Pudge can have my worn sneakers

But let me take it further

Tell the IRS I just got away with murder

Oh yeah, and my attorney probably mad I still owe him

I didn’t get to show em my potential through my flowin'

Records never sold em

Somebody tell Catrina that I’m sorry for her heart being broken

Casket full of roses, my church probably crying

I hope my pops see my moms and start apologizing for all the dumb fighting

(word)

People I offended are indifferent in defiance

Sorry I couldn’t say sorry before dying

The new trending topic, posers who ain’t fans going viral off my carcass

They getting likes for just reposting my coffin

Somebody in the funeral taping this as I’m talking

I can’t take none of the money that I saved

All the friends that I made and all the sea level fame

And tell Q I see his, I’m looking for JFK

I heard him and Cobain been waiting for 4 days