This is for ma hommie JR$ Rest In Peace brother

Verse 1:
I was a mess when i heard the news
them fuckin bullets takin all your juice
you were the one to bring me into this game
you were the one to help me make my name
you were the one who put me on the block
you were the one to get me my first glock
you were the one who taught me how to roll a blunt
you were the one who fuckin taught me how to stunt

Chorus: x2
Now niggas took yout life on the streets of cali hood
Now i ma take your smith and vess you know i should
I ma make sure those bitches die a slow and painfull death
I know for sure they gettin 20 to tha chest
And i ma leave ma golden fuckin neckelse at your wrist
And i ma go now, later J, and rest in peace

Verse 2:

When jhonny died we were the ones to dig his grave
When your bro died i took you out your fuckin cave
When your mom went ya know i was there by your side
And now you're gone, i fuckin think i should have died
Cuz when i rose you were da one to stay wit
Now beef, no bullshit, cuz i knew how to succeed
We smoked dat blunt at ur place every day
Those broke ass mother fuckers gonna pay

Chorus: x2
Now niggas took yout life on the streets of cali hood
Now i ma take your smith and vess you know i should
I ma make sure those bitches die a slow and painfull death
I know for sure they gettin 20 to tha chest
And i ma leave ma golden fuckin neckless at your wrist
And i ma go now, later J, and rest in peace

Verse 3:

You took a bullet for me wit your chest
man why the fuck didnt you wear your vest
i know them pussy are about to pay
ill burry dem right next to where you lay
so people see that no action is unpunished
no more SLX nice, nah bitch he is vanished
without your ass i wouldnt survived the ghetto
im entering the motherfuckin state of..............
vengeance, it judgment day, its time for bloody showdown
i aint stoppin now till dem bitches go down

Chorus: x2
Now niggas took yout life on the streets of cali hood
Now i ma take your smith and vess you know i should
I ma make sure those bitches die a slow and painfull death
I know for sure they gettin 20 to tha chest
And i ma leave ma golden fuckin neckelse at your wrist
And i ma go now, later J, and rest in peace