[Verse 1]
What up, homie?
You in the feds now
But keep your head up
Don't let your guard down
Wanna talk to ya
But not on the phone
So I wrote you this letter, and I put it in this song
Them n***as that you trusted, them n***as got you busted
Them n***as weren't real, and I told you that
Now I'm the last man standing, and I'ma keep it real til my last day on Earth
And I'ma show you that
You like my motherfucking brother
Same grind, different plug, different dad, different mother
And n***a, I love ya
I got your lawyer, your daughter, your son and your mother
Whatever you need, n***a, hollar at me
Let your mind be free, homie, live through mе
Finally got that Lamborghini, and I threw that bitch on dubs
And I might act a fool, soon as I hit the club
See I do this shit for you, see I do this shit for me
Man, I do it for [?] man, I do it for D.P
Rеst in peace

[Verse 2]
Some nights I just cry, I say how and I say why
I say when and I say where
Why D.P. have to be there?
Why D.P. by himself?
Why D.P. didn't have his strap?
Why D.P. couldn't see it coming?
He wasn't going like that
See D.P., he was a soldier
D.P., he keep a nine
I guess the lord called him, I guess it was his time
[Verse 3]
Big homie, I remember like yesterday
Everything you used to say
Me and you, grind talk, drop on a summer day
Money wasn't nothing to me
Money wasn't nothing to you
Fall up in the mall anyway, and blow a stack or two
Fall up in the club, any night and blow a ten piece
Me and you going back and forth [?] dime piece
Then we used to [?]
Who gon' pop the most bottles?
Monday night boxing, like who gon' throw the most dollars?
And whenever we came
They ain't have enough 1's to supply us with change
Man, them was the motherfucking days
Now my n***a doing fed time, front page