I never would've thought
That I would be here
Riding with obituaries
In my windshield
I really miss my niggas
Why they ain't here
Still grieving over brodie
It's been three years yeah
Ain't nobody with me
Riding shotty
It's just me and this glocky
You don't want me get to sparking
Yeah
And if a nigga catch me unarmed
I'm a hit him Draymond
I'm a warrior
Know some niggas coming home
Know some niggas that's arriving
Niggas switched up
The real ones stayed solid
Lot of shit changed
When a nigga went to college
My brother had a scholarship
But now he in bondage
He took them on a chase
Them real ones gave homage
Threw his guns away
He bought some time out front target
They already know
That child a problem yeah
Know some niggas
That was good at shooting free throws
Now them niggas good
At shooting three o's
They'll make you fall for traps
Like two three zones
And he'll make it home
When you sliding car full
Ain't no leg room
We keep steel f*ck a weight room
I could tell you about them times
Then again that's what I can't do
Riding around I'm swerving smoking
Just pulled up on my soldier
Told him I gots to record this yeah
Put in overtime got to take a vacation
I been going so hard
I'm getting impatient
Try to talk to relatives
But they don't be relating
Missing my niggas
I miss they faces
Wonder if I made it
Would they come back
From that grave
Just to f*ck it up on stage like ya
Still hear my niggas in my right ear
Bet not go to your trunk
My shit right here
Way ahead of y'all time
By like some light years
We keep grieving
Losing bro that's by the year
I never would've thought
That I would be here
Riding with obituaries
In my windshield
I really miss my niggas
Why they ain't here
Still grieving over brodie
It's been three years yeah
Ain't nobody with me
Riding shotty
It's just me and this glocky
You don't want me get to sparking
Yeah
And if a nigga catch me unarmed
I'm a hit him Draymond
I'm a warrior