Testo Intro (Trap God)

So this is the end of the story

Ladies and gentlemen
Trap was across the universe
Scream

(So this is the end of the story)
We are all gathered here today For one reason and one reason only
To pay homage to the trap god
Gucci

Start selling weed for my brother, the Acres 11
Dirty out for 100 dollars, he working the shipment
7 grade, cruise my time, mama gave me a 50
I spent that 50 with the dope man, he gave me 2 50's
I rolled a 50 but I tried to not pay him so quickly
I had them down so big, jackers calling to Biggie
I moved out, paying rent with such a good feeling
I hear the leak, 30 grand fell out of the ceiling
I miss Havana and my nigga like king of the city
In Alabama with them hammers, they plottin to get me
These suckers tried to take my life on a couple occasions We grind hard, 30 years – never took a vacation
And ever since 17 bitch stuck on probation
I changed a nigga's status, now they call him the Jason
I fell out with my homeboy, I swear it was crazy
And we don't really know each other but having a baby
I traveled all around the world, been plenty of places
I'm Gucci trash bag cash, got plenty of faces
Did some valley trippin hard like back in the 80's
I leave for 8 and spend a least 30 grand in the station
I lost my nigga Duncan, no one will ever replace him
In Gucci eyes he will always be one of the greatest

I lost my nigga Duncan, no one will ever replace him
In Gucci eyes he will always be one of the greatest

Rest in peace to my nigga Slim Duncan
We all here ridin for you nigga
Gone but never forgotten