[Chorus]
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young n***a, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told chu that I never thought of death
My n***as, we the last ones left, but life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young n***a, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told chu that I never thought of death
My n***as, we the last ones left, but life goes on (As I)

[Verse 1]
Bail through thе empty halls, breath stinking in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring—quiet, y'all, incoming call
Plus, this my homiе from high school, he getting by
It's time da bury another brother, nobody cry
Life as a baller: alcohol and booty calls
We used to do 'em 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
Screaming, "Thug 'til I die" before I passed out
But now that you're gone, I'm in the zone
Thinking I don't wanna die all alone, but now you gone
And all I got left are stinking memories
I love them n***as to death, I'm drinking Hennessy
While trying da make it last
I drank a fifth for that ass when you passed, 'cause life goes on
[Verse 2]
Yeah, n***a, I got the word, it's Hell
You blew trial and the Judge gave ya 25 with an L
Time da prepare da do Fed time, won't see parole
Imagine life as a convict that's getting old
Plus, with the drama, we're looking out for your baby's mama
Taking risks, while keeping cheap tricks from getting on her
Life in the hood is all good for nobody
Remember gaming on dumb hotties at yo' party
Me and you, no truer two, while scheming on hits
And getting tricks that maybe we can slide into
But now you buried—rest, n***a, 'cause I ain't worried
Eyes blurry, saying goodbye at the cemetery
Though memories fade
I got your name tatted on my arm
So we both ball 'til my dying days
Before I say goodbye
Kato and Mental, rest in peace, thug 'til I die

[Verse 3]
Bury me smiling wit' 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 befo' kiss me from my head to my toe
Give me a paper and a pen, so I can write about my life of sin
A couple bottles of gin, in case I don't get in
Tell all my people I'm a Ridah
Nobody cries when we die, we Outlawz, let me ride
Until I get free
I live my life in the fast lane, got police chasing me
To my n***as from old blocks, from old crews
N***as 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 gone
You left your n***a on his own: how long we mourn? Life goes on
[Outro]
Life goes on, homie
Gone on, 'cause they passed away
N***as doing life
N***as doing 50 and 60 years and shit
I feel you, n***a, trust me, I feel you
You know what I mean?
Last year, we poured out liquor for ya
This year, n***a, life goes on, we're gonna clock now
Get money, evade bitches, evade tricks
Give player haters plenty of space
And basically just represent for you, baby
Next time you see your n***as, we gon' be on top, n***a
You gon' be like, "Goddamn, them n***as came up"
That's right, baby, life goes on
And we up out this bitch
Hey, Kato, Mental
Y'all n***as make sure it's popping
When we get up there, man, don't front
Life goes on
Hold me no more, hold me no more
Yes, it do, yes, it do, yes, it do