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How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
M n—, we the last ones left, but life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
My n—, we the last ones left, but life goes on
As I bail through the empty halls, breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet y'all, incoming call
Plus, this my homie from high school, he's getting by
It's time to bury another brother, nobody cry
Life as a baller, alcohol and booty calls
We used to do them as adolescents, do you recall?
Raised as G's, loc'ed out and blazed the weed
Get on the roof, let's get smoked out and blaze with me
Two in the morning and we still high assed out
Screaming, "Thug 'til I die" before I passed out
But now that you're gone, I'm in the zone
Thinking I don't wanna die all alone, but now ya gone
And all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them n—s to death, I'm drinkin' Hennessy
While trying to make it last
I drank a fifth for that when you passed
'Cause life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
My n—, we the last ones left, but life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G (life goes on)
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death (life goes on)
My n—, we the last ones left, and life goes on (life goes on)
Yeah n—, I got the word is hell
Ya blew trial and the judge gave you 25 with an L
Time to prepare to do fed time, won't see parole
Imagine life as a convict that's getting old
Plus with the drama, we're looking out for your baby's mama
Taken risks, while keeping cheap tricks from getting on her
Life in the hood is all good for nobody
Remember gaming on dumb hotties at yo' parties
Me and you, no truer two
While scheming on hits
And getting tricks that maybe we can slide into
But now you buried rest n— 'cause I ain't worried
Eyes blurry saying goodbye at the cemetery
Though memories fade
I got your name tatted on my arm
So we both ball 'til my dying days
Before I say goodbye
Kato and Mental rest in peace, thug 'til I die!
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
My n—, we the last ones left, and life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets? (Life goes on)
Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G (life goes on)
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death (life goes on)
My n—, we the last ones left, 'cause life goes on (life goes on)
Bury me smiling with G's in my pocket
Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it
Let the hoes that I used to know
From way before kiss me from my head to my toe
Give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin
A couple bottles of gin in case I don't get in
Tell all my people I'm a Ridah
Nobody cries when we die, we Outlaws, let me ride
Until I get free, I live my life in the fast lane
Got police chasing me
To my n—s from old blocks, from old crews
N—s that guided me through back in the old school
Pour out some liquor, have a toast for the homies
See, we both gotta die, but you chose to go before me
And brothers, miss ya while you're gone
You left your n— on his own, how long we mourn?
Life goes on
(How many brothers fell victim to the streets?)
Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G (life goes on homie)
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death (gone on, 'cause they passed away)
N—s doing life, n—s doing 50 and 60 years and shit
I feel ya n—, trust me, I feel ya
You know what I mean
Last year we poured out liquor for ya
This year n—, life goes on
We're gonna clock now
Get money, evade bitches, evade tricks
Give playa haters plenty of space
And basically just represent for you baby
Next time you see your n—s, you're gonna be on top, n—
They're gonna be like, "Goddamn, them n—s came up"
That's right, baby, life goes on and we up out this bitch
Hey Kato, Mental
Y'all n—s make sure it's poppin' when we get up there man
Don't front
(Life goes on)
Hold me no more, hold me no more
Yes it do, yes it do, yes it do