[Intro]
\nDead homies, my name gon' ring when I die
\nI ain't scared to die
\nNigga, this life come with a reset
\nThis flag come with respect
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\n[Verse 1]
\nLook
\nGranny told me stay inside but the turf called me louder
\nBig homie said, "It's love" and that's the only thing now that
\nI hit a dead end valley, took the shirt off my back
\nPick your head up, nigga, do your stuff, no slack
\nFirst one, hit my jaw, felt the stars in my head
\nSecond one, hit my ribs, made me stumble, I bled
\nThird one, hit my nose and all I'm seeing is red
\nThen the fourth one hit my temple, all I heard was, "That's enough"
\nI took the fades, stood tall, dead homies, I'm locked in
\nBounced back, told them niggas we got to run it again
\nBig homie said, "Aye, little nigga, you official
\nI'm giving you this blower, get to know it like a ritual"
\nNow I'm cruising through the east, my burner tucked in my jeans
\nTryna earn me up some stripes and tryna live what I seen
\nBig homie in the back, like, "Ayo, who is them fools?
\nAsk them niggas where they from, and then see what they gon do"
\n(Sah?)
\nAin't ask no questions, I just hopped out quick
\nToss my hoodie on my head as I do my shit
\nAnd I ain't notice no one moved until the window dropped
\nMuzzle flash, I end up gettin' popped
\nBullets kiss my ribs and had me gaspin' for air
\nHit the ground, felt the heat but the world didn't care
\nNiggas ran, tires screeched and left my name in the streets
\nAll that talk about my rap and now they smokin' on me, uh
\nEyes getting heavy, body stiff and it's cold
\nMomma warned me 'bout the streets but the set took control
\nAll the love that I was promised, now I barely could breathe
\nTryna be a real one and now they realer than me, ah
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\n[Chorus]
\nIf I don't wake up, will they ride for me?
\nOr just pour out liquor when they slide for me?
\nIf I don't wake up (If I don't wake up)
\nWould they cry for me? (Would they cry for me?)
\nOr just pour out liquor when they slide for me?
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\n[Verse 2]
\nHa, my lil' nigga ain't listen now his name in the candlelight
\nThey kicked them shits over, hope you mad in the afterlife
\nI'm staring at your body with your rag on your chest
\nSame one you bled for and now you laying to rest, stupid
\nWhat's the point of a rep if you dead by a summer?
\nYou think them niggas gon' love you like momma or brother, huh?
\nYou think the hood gon' cry for you like your niece will?
\nYour big homie cold if he telling you you should keep still
\nCan't believe my brother got stretched out on the pavement
\nBaited to be joinin' this gang shit
\nSay he a trophy but he really gon' play it jaded
\nTo be something he wasn't, now granny screaming, "My baby, baby"
\nAretha on playlist, your death even hurt the candy lady
\nThey gon' post you on the gram, pour a shot and forget
\nHow they ain't carrying your casket and you carried the set?
\nThey gon' scream how you was solid and gon' say you was real
\nBut they ain't trading places with you, they don't know how it feel
\nBig homie what? Big homie who? Big homie what?
\nBig homie never really ever gave a fuck, huh?
\nYour daughter tried to get in your casket, she was hurt
\nI can't believe they put my brother on a shirt
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\n[Chorus]
\nIf I don't wake up, will they ride for me?
\nOr just pour out liquor when they slide for me?
\nIf I don't wake up (If I don't wake up)
\nWould they cry for me? (Would they cry for me?)
\nOr just pour out liquor when they slide for me?\n\n
