Tell my niggas be safe
Everytime they hit the road
I need chill just sometimes
I always tell myself ima getting old
Know my time coming
I spent hours in the studio
Been working my life trying see what life unfold
Long live Kj
And Rip to my pops too
Never thought i see
Myself
Looking at yall grave
Ion f*ck with funerals
But for yall I made it
Rain dropping
Tears dropping
My shoes wet
Too
Its like the whole city flooded
Never thought so many people coming
People breaking down they ian never seen is it
Real or make believe
Looking at your lcasket pops i drop tear you on
The last thing i gave you was a cowboys jersey
I put in your casket, and I said I love you
Me and floyd riding in the city
Like damn we go see our nigga Kj body
Looking at the casket it didnt hit us yet
Then we went to funeral that shit hit our chest