Let me get this shit off my chest
Yo
It's sad to say that niggas dying too often
Mama crying over your grave, shouldn't have lost you
Flowers picked up from the store, I laid on your coffin
Thinking 'bout the times that we had
But backtrack to the time of your death
Messages on my voicemail haunting me still
The one day you wasn't strapped in this action film
They pulled up on yo block and they aimed to kill
With no remorse, started blasting
Anything that moved- the end result was a casket
Wishin' I could make them disappear like a hattrick
I let the hate consume me, Now I'm looking for revenge
If I catch this nigga slippin' they gon' see my ass again
You done fucked up, Got my homie six feet under
You done fucked up, Got his mama crying every day
This adding weight to my overcrowded shoulders
Nowadays it's hard to focus, meditation days are over
You done broke a bond, Now the contract is voided
I ain't tryna make no deals, no schedules reappointed
Can't believe this shit is real, it's hard coping with the truth
Last thing I heard from him was when we hopping in the booth
Can't believe this shit
You fucked up
Last thing I heard from him was when we hopping in the booth