dis dedicated to all my perished real dead niggas
picked off by bullets from infrared beam rifle triggas
every corner adjacent no time for contemplating
can't see whats waiting coming evil as Satan
thugs and gangstas showing all their tats
telling em' dawg, I guarantee I got yo back
apparitions and ghastly deadly casted minions
witnessed and percieve my niggas shot unforgiven
AK ruling every boys lifeless retribution
drinking da deaths of bloody communion
suffering from nostalgia and grotesque nightmares
God why did I see my niggas get murdered there?
trials and tribulations seem to always await my arrival
the only way I feed off my emotions is through a rifle
ravaging piles and piles of bloody cement feeling lament
stacking up bodies and tact being remaining stainless
ferocious attacks on niggas walking up and down street lanes
we need to impede da progress of shit happening to shame
my nigga D-flo's life ended in a desperste fiasco
till bodys lay beside me open with dripping holes
i'm never going to start thinking about to desist
dis is to my passed away niggas to fufill a wish
to keep da torches up and stay fixated on life
stumbling and rebounding up from my gripes
try to stay on my melodic note like sheet music
no one can help me on problems, only I can do this
R.I.P. to all perished and niggas dat have gone by
I'll meet you all in heaven if God ever has to decide
dis shit get deeper than all kind depths of the great oceans
visioning all my dead grave dug niggas to see em' I'm hoping

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*Nashville city*