I remember them pork and bean nights / spaghetti and meat ball dinner nights / nowadays I protest them days /pop x to visit space thanking god for his blessings /and by no opps I'm phrased/ refuse to ever lay down fuck being afraid/ you'd be amazed at how I made it back in the days /r.i.p to my nigga ronnie Rick's double R what we use to call him / everyday I talk to him know he walk with me/ floor to ceiling windows to watch the rain/ feel the days of pain gimmie the fortune boy fuck the fame/they killing us out here/ like we in modern warfare but shit real none of this shit a game /anonymous will never drop opps by no names niggas die chasing fame/ refuse to be tamed never felt the need to gang bang/ clowns teaching they kids how to roll with gangs /shit sickening , it's a damn shame and the parents to blame / call em a bunch of lames /to they brains leak the fame but they on stage in the background dancing and shaking quietly hating label sedating him tryna ease the pain steady breaking him /think they know what's best for him /God the judge everyday a fact bet they waiting for his passing/ r.i.p on him but I laugh at it if they come I'm trashing them/draco I'm blasting it