[Verse 1]

My lil' partner be talkin about it's been approximately

Five years and four months from the day

That all these niggas done came up around his way, what can he say

You can ask Shelley, and even she'll say (hey)

These niggas be callin themselves big shots ever since he been away

Even Dante got a little size upon his chest

Maybe it's from the reinforced teflon vest

But nevertheless, he takes it all in stride

Talkin about (these niggas got theirs, it's only right that I gets mine)

Nah, don't go near them niggas, son, you might get shot

Believe me when I tell you: things ain't the same on the block

They got glocks and shit done changed

For a buck and some change

They might blow out your muthafuckin brains

These niggas ain't thinkin when they're tryin to get a piece

The only peace you better get is of mind

And stay your ass inside

Wide eyes actin sheif and shitty

For attention hoe-ass niggas'll have a mortician ready to fit me

For a suit and casket, it's gettin drastic

My nigga got hit in his shit, some say he was askin

For trouble, true, and he found it with a .44 mag

They took him out in his jag (yo man went out bad)

Such a sad, sad song if you ask me

Blood on his t-shirt and khakis, brain in the back seats

(Goddamn) that's exactly what I said

But now my nigga's dead behind that fast life that he led

Shedded some tears, but they all got wiped away

I love my nigga, I put his name on my license plate

I live my life this way cause that way'll get a nigga stank

No more smokin dank on suicide quests for bank

I puts it down on tape and reap the benefits

Like the smart niggas who grew up and quit that shit

Life is precious, cherish it while you have it