Dead homies, my name gon' ring when I die
(Had the lil' homie tryna sent home) I ain't scared to die
Nigga, this life come with a reset, and this flag come with respect
Look, granny told me, "Stay inside" but the turf call me louder
Big homie said it's love and that's the only thing matter
I hit a dead end alley, took the shirt off my back
Pick yo' head up, nigga, do yo' stuff, no slack
First one hit my jaw, felt the stars in my head
Second one hit my ribs, made me stumble, I bled
Third one hit my nose and all I'm seein' is red
Then the fourth one hit my temple, all I heard was (that's enough)
If I took the fade, stood tall, dead homies, I'm locked in
Bounced back, told them niggas we gotta run it again
Big homie said, "Ay, lil' nigga, you official
I'm givin' you this blower, get to know it like a ritual"
Now I'm cruisin' through the East, my burner tucked in my jeans
Tryna earn me up some stripes and tryna live what I seen
Big homie in the back like, "Ayo, who is them fools?
Ask them niggas where they from and then see what they gon' do"
Sav, ain't ask no questions, I just hopped out quick
Toss my hoodie on my head as I do my shit
And I ain't notice no one movin' 'til the window drop
Muzzle flash, I end up gettin' popped
Bullets kissed my ribs and had me gaspin' for air
Hit the ground, felt the heat, but the world didn't care
Niggas ran, tire screech and left my name in the streets
All that talk about my rap and now they smokin' on me
Uh, eyes gettin' heavy, body stiff, and it's cold
Mama warned me 'bout the streets, but the set took control
All the love that I was promised, now I barely could breathe
Tried to be a real one, and now they realer than me, yeah
If I don't wake up, will they ride for me?
Or just pour out liquor when they slide for me?
If I don't wake up (if I don't wake up)
Would they cry for me? (Would they cry for me?)
Or just pour out liquor when they slide for me?
Huh, my lil' nigga ain't listen, now his name in the candlelight
They kicked them shits over, hope you mad in the afterlife
I'm starin' at yo' body with your rag on yo' chest
Same one you bled for and now you layin' the rest, stupid
What's the point of a rep, if you dead by the summer?
You think them niggas gon' love you like mama or brother? Huh?
You think the hood gon' cry for you like your niece will?
Your big homie cold, if he tellin' you, "You should keep still"
Can't believe my brother got stretched out on the pavement
Baited to be joinin' his gang shit, say he a trophy but he really gold-plated
Jaded to be somethin' he wasn't, now granny screamin', "My baby, baby"
Aretha on playlist, your death even hurt the candy lady
They gon' post you on the 'Gram, pour a shot to forget
How they ain't carryin' your casket, and you carried the set?
They gon' scream how you was solid, and gon' say you was real
But they ain't trade places with you, they don't know how it feel
Big homie, what? Big homie, who? Big homie, what?
Big homie never really ever gave a fuck, huh
Your daughter tried to get in your casket, she was hurt, huh
I can't believe they put my brother on a shirt
If I don't wake up, will they ride for me?
Or just pour out liquor when they slide for me?
If I don't wake up (if I don't wake up)
Would they cry for me? (Would they cry for me?)
Or just pour out liquor when they slide for me?
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