Life Goes On

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?

Rest in peace, young ****, there's a heaven for a G

Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death

My ****, we the last ones left, but life goes on

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?

Rest in peace, young ****, there's a heaven for a G

Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death

My ****, we the last ones left, but life goes on

As I bail through the empty halls, breath stinking in my jaws

Ring, ring, ring, quiet y'all, incoming call

Plus this my homie from high school, he getting by

It's time to bury another brother, nobody cry

Life as a baller, alcohol and booty calls

We used to do 'em as adolescents, do you recall?

Raised as G's, loc'ed out, and blazed the weed

Get on the roof, let's get smoked out and blaze with me

Two in the morning and we still high, assed out

Screaming, thug till I die, before I passed out

But now that you're gone, I'm in the zone

Thinking I don't wanna die all alone, but now you gone

All I got left are stinking memories

I love them **** to death, I'm drinking Hennessy

While trying to 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 ****, there's a heaven for a G

Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death

My ****, we the last ones left, but life goes on

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?

Rest in peace, young ****, there's a heaven for a G

Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death

My ****, we the last ones left and life goes on

Yeah ****, I got the word, it's hell

You blew trial and the judge gave you twenty five with an L

Time to prepare to do fed time, won't see parole

Imagine life as a convict that's getting old

Plus with the drama, we're looking out for your baby's mama

Taking risks, while keeping cheap tricks from getting on her

Life in the hood is all good for nobody

Remember gaming on dumb hotties at your party?

Me and you, no truer two, while schemin' on hits

And getting tricks that maybe we can slide into

But now you buried, rest, ****, 'cause I ain't worried

Eyes blurry, saying goodbye at the cemetery

Though memories fade, I got your name

Tatted on my arm so we both ball till my dying days

Before I say goodbye

Kato and Mental, rest in peace, thug till I die

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?

Rest in peace, young ****, there's a heaven for a G

Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death

My ****, we the last ones left and life goes on

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?

Rest in peace, young ****, there's a heaven for a G

Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death

My ****, we the last ones left 'cause life goes on

Bury me smiling 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, a 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 Ridah

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 **** from old blocks, from old crews

**** 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 choose to go before me

And brothers miss you while you gone

You left your **** on his own, how long we mourn, life goes on

Life goes on, homie

For all the homies that passed away

**** doing life

**** doing fifty or sixty years and shit

I feel you, ****, trust me

I feel you, na' meen?

Last year, we poured out liquor for you

This year, ****, life goes on

We're gonna clock now, getting money

Evade bitches, evade tricks

Give playa haters plenty of space

And basically just represent for you, baby

Next time you see your ****

We gon' be on the top, ****

You gon' be like, goddamn

Them **** came up

That's right, baby, life goes on

And we up out this bitch

Hey, Kato, Mental, y'all **** make sure it's popping

When we get up there, man

Don't front