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Dead homies, my name gon' ring when I die I ain't scared to die Nigga, this life come with a reset, and this flag come with respect Look, Granny told me, "Stay inside" but the turf call me louder Big homie said it's love and that's the only thing matter I hit a dead end alley, took the shirt off my back Pick yo' head up, nigga, do yo' 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 If I took the fade, stood tall, dead homies, I'm locked in Bounced back, told them niggas we gotta run it again Big homie said, "Aye, lil' nigga, you official I'm givin' you this blower, get to know it like a ritual" Now I'm cruisin' 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" Sav, ain't ask no questions, I just hopped out quick Letras de cancionesToss my hoodie on my head as I do my shit And I ain't notice no one movin' till the window drop Muzzle flash, I end up getting popped Bullets kissed my ribs and had me gasping for air Hit the ground, felt the heat, but the world didn't care Niggas ran, tire screech and left my name in the streets All that talk about my rap and now they smoking on me Eyes getting heavy, body stiff, and it's cold Mama warned me 'bout the streets, but the set took control All the love that I was promised, now I barely could breathe Tried to be a real one, and now they realer than me 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? Huh, 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 yo' body with your rag on yo' chest Same one you bled for and now you laying the rest, Stupid! What's the point of a rep, if you dead by the summer? You think them niggas gon' love you like Mama 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 joining his gang shit Say he a trophy but he really gold-plated 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 to forget How they ain't carryin' your casket, and you carried the set? They gon' scream how you was solid, and gon' say you was real But they ain't trade 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 (Huh) 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? From Letras Mania