And even when it's night, fam, I still got my shades on.

Riding and fighting like a ray zone.

I can't talk this number.

But I'ma try to mix some dope with this dope with this dope with this dope with this dope

I ain't gon' mix no coke with this hoe, if this hood actually fire.

This little extra tie and strap up could deflame me.

The little extra fire seat.

That's my nigga to death.

And it's cool.

I take it over even bigger my steps.

Now I'm a grown man.

I don't know what the fuck to do, but get bread, stay your head.

I hope I get my luck through you, my fam, fam.

I pray to God that I can see you when you go to place.

Look out for your keys and say your pops has ran ahead of you.

race that he was the man you couldn't play for no home a lot of people talk about him but i ain't just saying cause i know

Been there, witnessed this, seen this man's greatness.

This why it hurts so bad, y'all don't know how much.

i hate this i like to shed tears you know how hard i gotta fake this real talk to sick

to spit a ball about some fake shit.

It's like fake shit.

piece of american pie and couldn't embrace it it's the root of all evil i had you spacing

sitting up thinking about your death in your basement coming out belligerent actions get the

Blasin' lost souls all over dead faces We chasin', chasin', chasin' We live a hard life

That's why we post the block with the hard rock, right?

It's messed up how you show us who's commanding our

fake RIP killer be Dwayne Alexander the great, the great, the great.