Bury Me a Warrior Video (MV)

(Pour out a lil' liquor!)
Bury me in a field filled with plenty weed
A Red Bandana wrapped around a 5th of Hennessy
(Roll up and light a Swisher!)
Make sure you give my Taylors to the coroner
F*ck bein' gangsta, Tell 'em Bury Me a Warrior
(Pour out a lil' liquor!)
Bury me in a field filled with plenty weed
A Red Bandana wrapped around a 5th of Hennessy
(Roll up and light a Swisher!)
Make sure you give my Taylors to the coroner
F*ck bein' gangsta, Tell 'em Bury Me a Warrior
When I die on the battlefields of life
Just look back at the good times i had up in this life
Bump my mixtapes
Viewing my coffin cover my kids face
Tell em Daddy's resting in a better and bigger place
I don't wanna see no tear face, just laughs and joy
Cut that sad face off, call Pastor Troy
Celebrate the life my mama raised
Observe January 12 as a National Holiday
Take notice of my accomplishments
Anyone speaking negative at the podium then abolish them
Because, life's rigid battles is livin' with mental cancer
And you may win a battle but freedoms the biggest capture
Mine eyes have seen the comin' of the Lord
Listen to my battle hymn my skin shields opposing swords
Life's a chess game sometimes you gotta go to war
Watch the checkmate, and protect the pieces on the board
(Pour out a lil' liquor!)
Bury me in a field filled with plenty weed
A Red Bandana wrapped around a 5th of Hennessy
(Roll up and light a Swisher!)
Make sure you give my Taylors to the coroner
F*ck bein' gangsta, Tell 'em Bury Me a Warrior
When I die, Red Velvet coat my casket
Tell everyone to flame up or white out, no black shit
'Cause black is the color for those that's lackin'
Life or breath, I'm not dead I'm just 'laxin'
Bickin' Back, hands laid across my chest
White tuxedo tailored with the double plated vest
Red handkerchief, Hangin' out my right pocket
I'ma be a rebel 'til my very last drop drip
I'ma live forever, I'm never gon' die!
Maybe physically but spiritually I'm gon' fly
I been at war with this life for a long time
Lyrically I shed tears hear my song cry
No lie, I've seen a lot in my short time
20 years of endless tears that my soul cries
In events that many fear I give a war cry
Independent 'til the end I'ma go, Klyde!
(Pour out a lil' liquor!)
Bury me in a field filled with plenty weed
A Red Bandana wrapped around a 5th of Hennessy
(Roll up and light a Swisher!)
Make sure you give my Taylors to the coroner
Yo, F*ck bein' gangsta, Tell 'em Bury Me a Warrior