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Teardrops in your eyes (in my eyes, nigga)

No one can hear me speak, it's all silence (not a game, nigga)

Seems like I am sleeping on my way up to the sky (yeah, damn)

Hope you're gonna think of me sometime (yeah)

'Cause I can finally see my family and my friends (Johnny)

I always tried to be a better person

I wish that you're all happy and the Lord forgive my sins (Tayman, Nino, B, DLo)

And all I love, baby, someday we'll meet again (nigga, ayy, nigga)

I'ma slide (ride, ride)

Slide on my enemies, fuck my opps (21)

Hundred-round drum, get you dropped (damn, 21)

'Cause niggas in my city, yeah, they opps (say what, nigga?)

You got a badge and a pistol, you a cop (you's a rat, nigga)

I wish these nothin'-ass bitches just leave me 'lone (leave me 'lone)

I'm tryna move my lil' girls into a big home

I wish Lil' D was still here to see I'm lit now (21, 21)

I know you proud of me, nigga, I'm on my shit now

Johnny, that's my best friend, he got killed on my birthday

That was October 22nd, 2013, right?

Then my un-, my little brother, Tayman

He got killed March 19th, 2014, you know what I'm sayin'?

So really, like man, fuck this shit

These niggas dyin' back to back

I'm finna try and do some new shit, so that when I start rappin'

I'll chop the city down 'bout my bros (yeah, 21)

I'll never kill a nigga 'bout no ho (21, yeah, 21)

Rule one, never beef with a rat in the street (uh-huh, what?)

Rule two, stack your money if you got some smoke with me (21)

Rule three, when you come outside, nigga, keep your heat

'Cause I'm a Summerhill baby, nigga, I was born in Zone 3

Yeah, San' raised me, I'm runnin' up bands lately

I'd be a dumb-ass fool to let these opps take me (I got my gun on me)

Rest in peace, my dawg, man, this shit for life (gang shit)

Rest in peace, my dawg, man, this shit for life (4L, nigga)

R.I.P. to my dawg, man, this shit for life (4L, nigga)

Long live my dawg, man, this shit for life (4L, nigga)

Damn, Johnny gone now (damn)

Damn, man, Larry, man, he gone now (damn, Larry)

Damn, DLo gone now

Damn, man, my niggas ain't comin' home now (damn, nigga)

You ain't gangster, nigga (21)

That shit don't make you real, nigga, 'cause you got some paper, pussy (goddamn)

You still can be a fuck nigga (goddamn, nigga)

And you still can get your ass whacked

That's on God, nigga, I swear to God, nigga

Y'all be in the motherfucker's crib high (damn)

Don't want no smoke (damn, damn)

Stop holdin' that shit in, fuckboy

And you can die with this shit

But you gon' be a motherfuckin' 'nother name in the streets, nigga (21)

Another nigga who just got murdered

With some motherfuckin' money

You still gon' be a pussy when you die

Sissy, pussy, fuckboy (I'ma always talk this gang shit, yeah)

Ho, bitch, nigga (I'ma always pop this gun, bitch, 21)

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