Peanut

[Verse]
Ayy
Ayy, nephew NSA, ayy
Know Im on the way
Family saw you on that stage, left it not amazed
Thought you up in AA
Now you done and brazed, ayy (Brazed, ayy)
Get the **** back, you moving like they cut your caine, ayy
Lick the nut sack, flooted in some tear-aways (Ayy)
Flushin through the pain, depression, this is not a phase, ayy
Picking out his grave, couldnt help but feel out of place
Try and catch some rays
Death, it has the sour taste (Sour taste)
Bless my pops, we sent him off and not a hour late
Still in shock and now my heart out somewhere on the range
Outta range, picked the lock and now we elevate
We box em out, my **** a million miles away
****** featherweight
Like we making food, fathers face when Im not afraid
My Uncle Hugh