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Long Live the Greatest opens on a bouquet of red roses and white lilies. A man in heavy chains and a bright patterned jacket stands close to the lens. Out on the grass, a crowd of men has gathered in the sunshine. Two cherub statues watch over a headstone as the name Drakeo the Ruler appears in white letters. The words Long Live the Greatest come up over a man standing in the cemetery. A tight group of men stands shoulder to shoulder, one wearing a Savage shirt.
At night, a man raps in front of a wall covered in graffiti. Up close, a man in a bandana and chains looks off to the side. Hands fan through a stack of cash over a shirt that reads echo! echo! A man in sunglasses wears a black cap stitched with red letters. A close shot lingers on a printed graphic t-shirt.
A man in a cap and chains gestures with one hand beneath tall trees. By a chain-link fence, green and red light washes over a man covered in jewelry. A few men pose together in front of the graffiti wall after dark. One shirt reads Long Live Ketchy the Great, spelling out who this day is for. In the daylight, a man in a black cap and chains stands among the trees of the cemetery. A man in a patterned jacket leans back in the dark.
A crowd of men in white and black shirts stands together. A pink and blue painted wall carries handwritten messages. Pallbearers carry a casket through the crowd of mourners. White doves rise into the sky in front of the mountains.
A white horse-drawn carriage carries the casket along the road. Women in red sit at the gathering. A man in a red Nike hoodie lifts his arm high in the crowd.
A man with dreadlocks, sunglasses and a tan coat looks down at the camera. Cash flies through the air above the treetops. A crowd walks with arms raised. The video closes on a black screen that reads In Loving Memory of Ketchy The Great.
Official video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5S2TGOyVPw
The words Director Carrington appear on the screen.
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We was causin' all the problems
Sticks in the car, we was causin' all the drama
Close-up of a bouquet of red roses and white lilies; the 'Director Carrington' credit over a white horse's bridle; cut to a man in a jacket and gold chain.
Let a nigga blink wrong, we gon' pop him
Who brought the choppers to the stage? Wasn't Osama
A jacket with a printed portrait and 'The Great' lettering; a crowd standing in a cemetery; the 'Drakeo the Ruler' title over a headstone with two angel statues.
Silly niggas want fame, we want dollars
They better not mention your name, we buyin' choppers
The 'Drakeo the Ruler' title over a headstone with angel statues; a man in black stands in front of a black car on a cemetery road; close-up of a man pointing at the camera.
In that 911 thang doin' a hundred
Usually don't do this type of shit, but I said fuck it
A man in a black cap and black jacket stands before a crowd under trees; the 'Long Live The Greatest' title over a man by an angel statue.
Arguin' with God, nigga, why you take my brother?
Arguin' over chops, nigga, why you take my hundred?
A group of men in jackets stands together outdoors; cut to men wearing jackets with a painted portrait on the back by a white gate.
But one more thing, why you leave me with these busters?
They hear me here sittin' broke and ain't gettin' no money
A man in a black backwards cap and iced chain looks down at his hands.
What's killin' me is they think that shit funny
Sharin' three bands and they think that shit money
A man in a bandana and iced chain under dark light; cut to tattooed hands counting cash in front of a black 'echo! echo!' shirt.
It's the stink team, either you with us or it's fuck you
You got a hundred on your head, do your family really love you?
A man in a black cap stands by a car under a black umbrella; cut to a man in a black cap and white gloves among a crowd.
Silly niggas better not play with your name
Silly niggas better not play with the gang
A crowd walks across cemetery grass; a man with dreadlocks wears an 'LL Ketchy' cap; white roses tied to a white rail.
I know you hate us, but the name is the name
That's a 911 Porsche, do your thang, do your thang
White roses tied to a white rail against blue sky; cut to a line of men raising their hands under trees.
I'm thinkin' 'bout droppin' some change, but I ain't
Twitter thugs, they just bang for the fame
A crowd of men stands together under trees; close-up of a jacket with a printed picture; cut to pavement.
You gon' have me put his brains in his lap
I'm thinkin' 'bout makin' a change, but I can't
Bare pavement; a white horse-drawn carriage on a street; ornate white metalwork; a white-gloved hand.
I'm not gon' stop flexin', I'm not gon' give up juice
A man in a black cap and black shirt points toward the camera in a sunlit cemetery among a crowd.
I'm not gon' let these pussy niggas catch me without my tool
I'm not gon' peace treat with the opps, 'cause that ain't cool
A man points at the camera; a man in a black cap with a chain; a white horse carriage on a road; a crowd of men outdoors.
Pussy nigga, I could never be you
I'm not gon' stop flexin', I'm not gon' give up juice
Men stand in a crowd outdoors, one in a blue shirt with a large red-and-teal print; cut to a man in a patterned headband under red and green light.
I'm not gon' let these pussy niggas catch me without my tool
I'm not gon' peace treat with the opps, 'cause that ain't cool
A man in a bandana under green and red light; a group of men in gloves carries a casket; men stand by a graffiti wall at night.
Pussy nigga, I could never be you
Long live the greatest
Men stand by a graffiti wall at night; close-up of hands wearing iced jewelry under green light.
If we catch a nigga speakin' on your name
On the gang we gon' K him shit
A cake reading 'Long Live Ketchy the Great'; cut to a man in a bandana and iced chains under green light by a fence.
My shooters itchin' for blood this personal
They ain't lookin' for no payment
A man in a bandana jacket at night; a man in a black cap and iced chain in a sunny cemetery; a man in a bandana in green smoke.
If you ain't want your mama dyin' kids cryin'
Why you even have to say it?
A man in a bandana in green smoke; men by a graffiti wall at night; a man in a paisley jacket leans back.
Bentleys in the front yard, you ain't here
It's okay we gon' stay here
A man holds up a printed program in front of a crowd; cut to writing on a dark floor.
Chipped a opp lover too yeah we know
A crowd of men stands outdoors under trees.
I ain't even have to say it
Fifty ball on the floor, told my son and my nephew they can play in it
Handwritten messages on a graffiti wall; cut to a crowd standing under trees.
Why niggas screen recordin' everything I do?
Got me even scared to say shit
A crowd of men stands under trees; cut to a 'Stink Team' graffiti mural.
You the police, you the DA, yeah, we know
Why you helpin' with their cases?
A 'Stink Team' graffiti mural; a man in a blue printed shirt among a crowd; a man in a bandana jacket at night.
When they let us out the can, they was mad
You could see it on their faces
A man in a bandana jacket at night; a woman looks down beside a casket; a man in a black cap in a crowd.
Off-White, three K's in the car, yes indeed, nigga, we racist
Long ropes on the wood if he cross me
A man in a black cap and black shirt stands among a crowd; men gather around a casket outdoors.
What you trippin' off these Maisons?
I'm a millionaire lookin' for a credit, guns
Men stand near a casket; white sneakers on grass; white doves fly up over a cemetery with mountains behind.
What they cost? I'ma pay you
Shit man, this shit crazy
White doves fly over a cemetery with mountains behind as mourners stand near a white carriage.
Long live Ketchy the great
I don't know how a nigga got hit by a car, that shit crazy
Mourners in a cemetery with mountains behind; a man in a black cap and iced chain; a sneaker with a red heart; a car wheel with an 'RR' logo.
Man, niggas better not be speakin' out on your name, none of that
I'm not playin' with niggas
A car wheel with an 'RR' logo on the hub.
Like I said, I'm a millionaire, literally, nigga
I'm not the one to play with at all
A man in a white hoodie beside a man in a black cap; a white horse-drawn hearse carriage; mourners by red roses.
Don't play with the homie, don't play with his name, nothin'
Don't claim nothin'
A man in a bandana holds up his iced chain; a large iced pendant; men in a crowd by a casket; a young man in a black hoodie holds his chain.
Niggas claimin' deaths that they ain't
Niggas didn't even do
A young man in a black hoodie holds up his iced chain; mourners hold up printed programs.
Nigga
Pieces, though
Men hold up funeral programs; a close-up of a program reading 'Johnson Dexter Davis, aka Ketchy the Great'; mourners seated in folding chairs.
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