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County Coroner's office ruled the rapper's death accidental and attributed it to a combination of.' 'Apnea?' 'Yes' 'And syrup, and we know that syrup on the streets usually has codeine?' 'Absolutely, we have a problem now with the cough syrup epidemic.' He rolled up, asked him what he was sippin' on He said, 'Lean, you wanna hit it, dawg?' That's the same stuff Weezy's sippin', huh? And tons of other rappers that be spittin' hard Yup, he had five up on Then went and passed him that Styrofoam The Easter Pink, heard a rhyme before Finally got to see what all the hype was on And then he took a sip, sittin' in the Lincoln Thinking he was pimpin' as he listened to the system Little did he know that it was just as addictive as base Not the kind of hit from the kick drum Hotbox, let the bass bump Take it to the face, gulp Months later the use went up Every blunt was accompanied by the pink stuff But goddamn, he loved that feeling Purple rain coated in the throat, just so healin' Medicine alleviate the sickness Liquid affix and it comes with a cost Wake up, cold sweat, scratchin', itchin' Tryna escape the skin that barely fit him Gone, get another bottle just to get a couple swallows Headed towards the bottom couldn't get off it Didn't even think he had a problem Though he couldn't sleep without gettin' nauseous Room spinnin' Thinkin' he might have sipped just a little bit too much of that cough syrup His eyelids closed, shut Sat back in the chair clutchin' that cup Girlfriend came and a couple hours later Said his name, shook him but he never got up He never got up, he never got up We live on the cusp of death thinkin' that it won't be us It won't be us, it won't be us, it won't be us Nah, it won't be us

'Chad Butler, known as Pimp C, died in a Los Angeles hotel room.' 'The L.A.

Growing up macklemore lyric