BUZZ

Hook:

Pray the homie watch over me from above
Hope his soul rest in peace while I'm catching this buzz
Hope the homie get out, and don't go back to the fuzz
Hope his soul gain strength while i'm catching this buzz

Verse:

I grew up an F student, slash battler and smart mouther
Using both sides of my brain, like card counters
Took the city bus and payed bums to buy liquor
Females was on our skin, just like stickers

We bet cash on games, and hustled classmates
From 10 sacks as freshmen, to mackin, and slapping Ant Banks
Now the homie locked, and sentenced, for a slew of thangs
We had planned to live the finest, like Dumile

It's a shame how shit change and fall apart
Even with a clean hustle, and a baller's heart
It do some shit to ya brain, when ya true ones die
And fuck ya whole life up, when it's suicide

I can't help but feel blame, shit, this why we drink
All this tree on our persons, yeah that's why we stink
I got drama at home, got some bitch in the phone
Yapping bout whatever, while I prep for this show

Hook:

Pray the homie watch over me from above
Hope his soul rest in peace while I'm catching this buzz
Hope the homie get out, and don't go back to the fuzz
Hope his soul gain strength while i'm catching this buzz