Dead homies, my name gon' ring when I die I ain't scared to die Nigga, this life come with a reset This flag come with respect Look Granny told me stay inside but the turf called me louder Big homie said: It's love and that's the only thing now that I hit a dead end valley, took the shirt off my back Pick your head up, nigga, do your stuff, no slack First one, hit my jaw, felt the stars in my head Second one, hit my ribs, made me stumble, I bled Third one, hit my nose and all I'm seeing is red Then the fourth one hit my temple, all I heard was: That's enough I took the fades, stood tall, dead homies, I'm locked in Bounced back, told them niggas we got to run it again Big homie said: Aye, little nigga, you official I'm giving you this blower, get to know it like a ritual Now I'm cruising through the east, my burner tucked in my jeans Tryna earn me up some stripes and tryna live what I seen Big homie in the back, like: Ayo, who is them fools? Ask them niggas where they from, and then see what they gon do (Sah?) Ain't ask no questions, I just hopped out quick Toss my hoodie on my head as I do my shit And I ain't notice no one moved until the window dropped Muzzle flash, I end up gettin' popped Bullets kiss my ribs and had me gaspin' for air Hit the ground, felt the heat but the world didn't care Niggas ran, tires screeched and left my name in the streets All that talk about my rap and now they smokin' on me, uh Eyes getting heavy, body stiff and it's cold Momma warned me 'bout the streets but the set took control All the love that I was promised, now I barely could breathe Tryna be a real one and now they realer than me, ah If I don't wake up, will they ride for me? Or just pour out liquor when they slide for me? If I don't wake up (if I don't wake up) Would they cry for me? (Would they cry for me?) Or just pour out liquor when they slide for me? Ha, my lil' nigga ain't listen now his name in the candlelight They kicked them shits over, hope you mad in the afterlife I'm staring at your body with your rag on your chest Same one you bled for and now you laying to rest, stupid What's the point of a rep if you dead by a summer? You think them niggas gon' love you like momma or brother, huh? You think the hood gon' cry for you like your niece will? Your big homie cold if he telling you you should keep still Can't believe my brother got stretched out on the pavement Baited to be joinin' this gang shit Say he a trophy but he really gon' play it jaded To be something he wasn't, now granny screaming: My baby, baby Aretha on playlist, your death even hurt the candy lady They gon' post you on the gram, pour a shot and forget How they ain't carrying your casket and you carried the set? They gon' scream how you was solid and gon' say you was real But they ain't trading places with you, they don't know how it feel Big homie what? Big homie who? Big homie what? Big homie never really ever gave a fuck, huh? Your daughter tried to get in your casket, she was hurt I can't believe they put my brother on a shirt If I don't wake up, will they ride for me? Or just pour out liquor when they slide for me? If I don't wake up (if I don't wake up) Would they cry for me? (Would they cry for me?) Or just pour out liquor when they slide for me?