CEMETERY lanterns

Dead homies, my name gon' ring when I die

I ain't scared to die

****, 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, ****, 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 **** we gotta run it again

Big homie said, "Aye, lil' ****, 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 **** where they from and then see what they gon' do"

Sav, ain't ask no questions, I just hopped out quick

Toss 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

**** 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' **** 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 **** 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?