Requiem

[Verse] My youngin lost his mother and father, was less fortunate Put up for adoption, no foster parents at the orphanage The social worker, she can give a fuck, she got her own problems Brodie wanted for a open murder, that's his role model Growin' up, all he seen was a Seagram's Crown Royal bottle Pourin' up his troubles, gettin' weeded while he load hollow tips And that extendo roll, was runnin' through them bundles One time, the bag came up short, he had to shoot his uncle Wishin' they never put his nana in that nursing home Was used to rollin' spots, his brodie taught him how to work the phones Never kept a lot of company, he did his dirt alone Type nigga rock a Phoenix jersey with nothing purple on Eleven hundred a zone, we get them chirpies gone Lil' cuz walkin' down that Nichol tryna hurry home Prepaid call from the clique, that Peewee murder-prone Shit, he knew somethin' was wrong soon as he heard his tone Told him that it was me and Petey who murdered Bone Turned him on, and everything we touched, it seemed to turn to stone Was any foul play, he should've been the first to know Wrote a rap about it, had to go back and reword the song Sippin' Acky, ran outta Backies, now we burnin' cones Dropped a deucy in the green apple, that's a dirty Jones Was dirty dickin' Simone, I heard she burnt Jerome Used to serve her brother Ramone until he murked Capone Moms and pops dead, Peewee got a murder case Brodie on the run and he think his rap be turning state Uncle still in the 'spital, nana in the Hoveround Brodie not allowed to step foot on his own stompin' ground Lil' cuz told him, "Peewee tellin', Boldy killed your mans" Paid Petey to get rid of Bone before he took the stand Now Simone think her brother did it so she told Jerome "'Mone had somethin' to do with them niggas smoking 'Pone" Never mix business with blood, they don't belong And it hurt to kill a nigga you love when it hit close to home