In loving memory

Yeah
Fuck that boy and the way he roll
Talkin that shit like the money won't grow
Fuck this bitch and she out the front door
White hoodie on, I'm the son of the poll
I don't give a fuck what the alley gon say
6-6-6 murder spree everyday
Cut a fuckin body and we throw it in the lake
Fuckin with Caine, boy it's really too late
Hate them all, man I can't give a lie
Chris Gardner, I'm just tryna get by
0 to a hunnid, when I fuckin drop by
Tell him we friends, then tell him I lied
Nobodies in the trunk in the fuckin night time
White Night Lovell when you look into my eyes
Old ass friends used to fuckin criticize
Won't make it too far, boy hope you survive
If I suicide, middle finger to the sky
Screaming fuck the other side
You could never jump in time
You just not might be alive
By the time that I aride
You should know I fill uprise
Phantom Caine don't ever hide
Water too deep
Drowning in my sleep
Water too deep
Drowing in my sleep
Water too deep
Drowning in my sleep
Water too deep