Heatmakerz, Crack Music

We all standing outside in that all black
Some niggas dressed the best they could in them worn slacks
I don't get along with everybody here, but out of respect
I'ma fall back, so today I ain't on that (Nah)
I was just gonna sign a book and dip
But you my man so I'mma give you this last look and shit
Now your mother coming my way
For her I'mma act okay, but son I don't know what to say
My mouth ain't moving nothing, it's wild
I just paused, she gave me this long hug and then smiled
And said, "I'm okay. " but she ain't mean that
I could see she torn apart and that just hit me in my heart
They finna start your eulogy, yeah, that part (Oh)
I just flashed back to that park in Brooklyn
where we slap boxed
Then took her to the court and slapped back boards
Then pushed it to the street, two hand touch
we play from that car to that car (Remember?)
We go that far back, I'm talking little
Just happy while you was here
I always told you that you official
This shit foul, man, blow the whistle
Hang my man Jersey in the raft 'cause we gon' miss you
Wet tissue as your fam lift you
Walk you out the church to the hearse
give you that last lift to
That place they gon' forever sit you
Below the ground, I hold it down and never forget you

Pledge allegiance to the flag in the du-rags
None of us came up good, so we do bad
Victims of circumstance, food stamps
Cash advances from welfare, bullshit health care
We all we got
Look around this house of worship
let's dead this war shit, we all we got
We all we got
Look around this house of worship
I mean come on kids, we all we got

Six pallbearers wearing dickey suits
Gangsters from different sides, it's like a city truce
We was all just kids eating forbidden fruits
Some of us branched off but didn't forget our roots (Never)
Ain't a family in here that you don't belong to
A new reason to put on that old suit down
Forest Lawn funeral home, two to your dome
Got yo sis singing a beautiful song
type of shit for you to go home to
Damn, tears just racing out
Seen a couple frauds taking pictures for the 'Gram
This ain't the place to be chasin' clout
Only fuck with you when you papered out
But when you was down, ain't never came around
But we was different, homie, that's a true blessin'
I'm lookin' around this church learning a few lessons
To the homies who made excuses and didn't come
Uh huh, your absence left a huge presence
Real niggas do real things
Nah, we graduated now, so we real kings
I love you my brother, you up in Heaven
In a Long Beach hoodie, some Chuck Taylors
and some ill wings

Pledge allegiance to the flag in the du-rags
None of us came up good, so we do bad
Victims of circumstance, food stamps
Cash advances from welfare, bullshit healthcare
We all we got
Look around this house of worship let's dead this war shit
we all we got
We all we got
Look around this house of worship, I mean come on kids
we all we got

Time is our most precious commodity, you know?
And we don't know how much time we have on this Earth
so
While we here, I'mma tell all my niggas I love you
And rest in peace to the fallen
I let the Hennessy bottle cry on the curb for you
We all we got
Yeah
We all we got