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my gawdI sat down with Prince, eye to eye
He told me his wishes before he died
Now, Londa McMillon, he must be color blind
He only see green from them purple eyes
They eyes hide, they eyes high
My eyes wide shut to all the lie
These industry nikkas, they always been fishy
But ain't no Biggie, no lazy eye, huh
The sky has labelled his face
You think he wanted a masters with his Masters?
You greedy b*stards sold tickets to walk through his house
I'm surprised you ain't auction off the casket