Funeral On Fremont

[Intro]
Wolf Side, Load B Gang, look…

[Verse 1]
Camo fatigues, smell like dog water and ‘Port smoke
Hopping off the porch for Lo Sport and more dough
At a fork in the road, the flow will be immortal
Young bol got arms sticking out the torso like Goro
My wolves eat every morsel, they all resourceful
See the dots and then a dash, it’s like Morse code
Heavy up the course load, bitch bored, sipping Bordeaux
I board the plane, reading Bourdain
It’s been foretold how I’ma get it
Like my beats with the vinyl crackling
This shit bound to get ugly like diamond trafficking
My cockeye on a million, top 5 how I’m feeling
We sipping Cliquot and eating Popeyes with the villains
Take it back to Saigon Kitchen, North East to Zion
Fast forward, let bygones be bygones
On these corners, we sipped 40s and got high on
I’ll die and someone will paint my ugly mug in Krylon
Don’t cry over spilt Milc, these bars will remain
They’ll reminisce how I went hard in the paint
Brilly telling my wifey not to cry, he’ll be drunk with Dust
Don’t bring no drama to the service, they gon' fuck you up
X got crocodile tears, with gators on
After the funeral, they’ll party till the break of dawn
Six wolves will carry me, on Fremont they’ll bury me
They’ll tell stories how I beat the devil daringly
Make sure they get my casket and they hit my bald fade right
Pour a gallon of Hennessy on my grave site
Life’s a marathon, sometimes it feel like a cage fight
I was built for bright lights, never got no stage fright
A bunch of old plugs and mistresses in attendance
My ugly children will carry on my resemblance
Hopefully at the very least, I’ll be remembered and loved

In memory of…

Blanco