(feat. SZA)
I gotta ball for my dead homies
I gotta ball for my dead homies
I copped this bread for my dead homies
Smoking dodo in your mama's house
She get off early cousin Adison kick us out
Popping wheelies on aqueducts in the summer
We stealing minibikes whistle when Gonzalez was coming
And I remember Shaniqua gave you the cold shoulder
Says she don't fuck with niggas that's chirping on Boost mobiles
I'm laughing at you and praying that [?] don't catch you
We ditching third period just to fuck your school up
We know where you from homie uniforms can't fool us
Chunk it up like you 'sposed
Corn rows with the zags in the middle
Platinum FUBU jeans, rubber bands wrapped around the denim
I remember...
I can feel when you're around
You're forever holding it down
I return the favor when I'm on stages
And love and memory, no enemy could separate us
And so I gotta say this
I'm left, I'm crying, I miss you
I fought you, I hugged you, I remember
I love it even if I get no bigger
You're forever my dawg, my nigga
I'm in this club thinking bout my boys
As I cry tears of joy like woo woo woo woo
Pushing foreigns, flying cars
Popping trophies, by tomorrow
Bring back Derek, Stunta Deuce
[?] that's my cousin I love him too
I can feel when you around
This is personal, I hope you know my loyalty
Will always run deep
So I put it down two times
When I'm on these beats
Put my candle in the street
Put my faith in where you at
Gone but you not forgotten
[?] I promise I'll be back
I'm saying