Breath stinkin' in my drawers, ring, ring, ring Quiet y'all, incoming calls Plus it's my homie from high school, he gettin' by It's time to bury another brother, nobody cry Life is a baller, alcohol and booty calls He used to do them as adolescents, do you recall? Raise the G's, loafed out and blazed the weed Get on the roof, let's get smoked out and blaze with me Two in the mornin' and we still high-ass style Screamin' thugs till I die before I pass out But now that you're gone, I'm in the zone Thinkin' I don't wanna die all alone But now you're gone, and all I got left is stinkin' memories I love them niggas to death, I'm drinkin' Hennessy While tryna make it last I drank a fifth for that ass when you passed Cause life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G Be alive, if I told you that I never thought of death My nigga, we the last ones left But life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G Be alive, if I told you that I never thought of death My nigga, we the last ones left And life goes on Yeah nigga, I got the word as hell You blew trowel 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 gettin' old Plus with the drama with lookin' out for your baby's mama Takin' risks while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin' on her Life in the hood is all good for nobody Remember gamin' on dumb hotties at your party Me and you, no truer too While schemin' on hits and gettin' tricks that Maybe we can slot into But now you're blurry Rest nigga, cause I ain't worry Eyes blurry sayin' goodbye at the cemetery Though memories fade I got your name tatted on my arm So we both bump to my dying days Before I say goodbye Cated with mental rest in peace Thug till I die How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G Be alive, if I told you that I never thought of death My nigga, we the last ones left And life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G Be alive, if I told you that I never thought of death My nigga, we the last ones left Cause life goes on Bury me smilin' 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 pen So I can write about my life of sin A couple of bottles of gin In case I don't get in Tell all my people I'm a rider 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 niggas from old blocks From old crews Niggas 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 you while you gone You left your nigga on his own How long we moan? Life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young nigga As I head before a G Be alive If I told you that I never thought of death My nigga will be the last ones left How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young nigga As I head before a G Be alive If I told you that I never thought of death My nigga will be the last ones left How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young nigga As I head before a G Be alive If I told you that I never thought of death My nigga will be the last ones left How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young nigga As I head before a G Be alive If I told you that I never thought of death My nigga will be the last ones left My nigga will be the last ones left How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young nigga As I head before a G Be alive If I told you that I never thought of death My nigga will be the last ones left As life goes on