[Verse 1]
A real G but you act a fool
Early morning, me and you catched the bus to school
One year younger but you taught me how to bump the bus
Heard me and Shane had a fight so you tumped him up
First time I met you, that was in Max Roach
Last time I saw you on them back roads
I think about you then I read Quran
Try not to cry cah I see you when I see Tashan
No one didn't roll but you followed me to Leicester
I hope you in Heaven, blowing round on your Vespa
We shared clothes and we even shared the same shoes
Can’t believе you died and risked your life for that fakе yute
Another angel from town, you ain't the only one
You knocked out Shane for me twice so I owe you one
Good business, good people, you weren't a ginnal
R.I.P. Dwayne Simpson, that’s my brudda Squirrel

[Verse 2]
I'm thinking bout you while I cook this verse
And since you died akh, the hood is cursed
Look into my eyes real close, how I look disturbed
The good die young, that's why the Grim Reaper took you first
I got this pain that I can't explain
And since you died, we ain't laughed the same
I wrote you in prison, them blocks that we slid on
It's mad cah I see you every time I see Tymon
When I heard you died, best believe I cried
Cause of circumstances my akh, I couldn't even ride
You was A-Town from the ground up
Can't believe you died on that block we played Pound Up, it’s sad cuz
When them bruddas tried jump me, they was twice my size
But you jumped in and knocked ’em out cah you're twice my height
I been depressed and I’m clearly pissed
Letter to the A-Town giant akh, you're dearly missed