Been thinking bout u bro and time I'll never get back overdosing in this world no need for a noose an the money can't save me bitch I'm trippin on racks try to stay humble but the jacc boys lurking like snakes in the grass this shit hit different without you brody an that's facts so rest in luv to little keno its because of you ima always ball out and hit my free throws so they know that we still spin they blocc letting off gunshots Hitt up they car doors they can't fucc wit us we some bloccsta monster mobsters ain't no stopping this from the bottom to the top of this all these pills in my pockets I eat em by twos, do anything in the world to trade places with you cuz ain't nothing new up under the stars addicted to the struggle a slave to the scars I'd burn this bitch down just to numb the pain wit one in the chamber I cock it back an take aim.