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 How many brothers fell victim to the streets? 
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G 
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death 
My nigga, we the last ones left 
But life goes on 
 
How many brothers fell victim to the streets? 
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G 
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death 
My nigga, we the last ones left 
But life goes on 
 
As I bail through tha empty halls 
Breath stinkin' in my drawls 
Ring, ring, ring, quiet y'all, incoming call 
Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by 
It's time to bury another brother, nobody cry 
Life as a baller, alcohol and booty calls 
We used to do them as adolescents, do you recall? 
Raised as G's, Loc'ed out and blazed the weed 
Get on the roof let's get smoked out and blaze with me 
 
Two in the morning and we still high assed out 
Screamin thug till I die before I passed out 
But now that you are gone, I'm in the zone 
Thinkin' I don't wanna die all alone but now ya gone 
And all I got left are stinkin' memories 
I love them niggas to death, I'm drinkin' Hennessey 
While tryin' to make it last 
I drank a fifth for that ass when you passed 
'Cause life goes on 
 
How many brothers fell victim to the streets? 
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G 
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death 
My nigga, we the last ones left 
But life goes on 
 
How many brothers fell victim to the streets? 
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G 
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death 
My nigga, we the last ones left 
And life goes on 
 
Yeah nigga, I got the word as hell 
You blew trial and the judge gave you 25 with an L 
Time to prepare to do fed time won't see parole 
Imagine life as a convict that's getten' old 
Plus with the drama we're lookin' out for your baby's mama 
Taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin' on her 
Life in the hood is all good for nobody 
Remember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties 
 
Me and you no true a two 
While scheming on hits and gettin' tricks 
That maybe we can slide into 
But now you burried, rest nigga 'cause I ain't worried 
Eyes bluried, sayin' goodbye at the cemetary 
Though memories fade, I got your name tatted on my arm 
So we both ball till my dyin' days 
Before I say goodbye 
Kato and Mental rest in peace 
Thug till I die 
 
How many brothers fell victim to the streets? 
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G 
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death 
My nigga, we the last ones left 
And life goes on 
 
How many brothers fell victim to the streets? 
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G 
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death 
My nigga, we the last ones left 
Cause life goes on 
 
Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket 
Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it 
Let the hoes that I used to know from way before 
Kiss me from my head to my toe 
Give me a paper and pen 
So I can write about my life of sin 
A couple bottles of gin incase I don't get in 
Tell all my people I'm a Ridah 
Nobody cries when we die, we outlaws let me ride 
 
Until I get free 
I live my life in the fast lane, got police chasin' me 
To my niggas from old blocks from old crews 
Niggas that guided me through back in the old school 
Pour out some liquor have a toast for the homies 
See we both gotta die but you chose to go before me 
And brothers miss you while you are gone 
You left your nigga on his own, how long we mourn 
Life goes on 
 
Life goes on, homie 
Gone on 'cause they passed away 
Niggas doin' life 
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit 
I feel ya nigga, trust me, I feel ya 
You know what I mean 
Last year we poured out liquor for you 
This year nigga, life goes on 
We're gonna clock now 
 
Get money, evade bitches, evade tricks 
Give players plenty space 
And basically just represent for you, baby 
Next time you see your niggas 
Your gonna be on top nigga 
They gonna be like, goddamn, them niggas came up 
That's right, baby life goes on 
And we up out this bitch 
Hey Kato, Mental 
Y'all niggas make sure it's poppin' when we get up there 
Don't front 
  
            
 
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