(Raj Smooth)
Yeah
The greatest DJ
Yeah
In the world (Ooh, boy)
Yes!
(We about to say a prayer for all our loved ones)
I'mma call this one Real Rap
(Anybody you lost, put 'em on yo heart)
Because this rap is real (light it up for 'em)
Ya know?
I hope you ain't too tired to cry
And I hope you know you ain't never too live to die, heh
Listen..
I grew up where the people call them people on us
Think we slangin, but we just got beepers on us
Grinding all day like we got sleep insomnia
Living like the videos, write a treatment on us
Stuck in the hood like they poured cement on us
Ghetto bird still sh**in on us
Government still quittin on us
Lost a few homies and the grief's still sittin on us
So we got their names written on us
White folks still spittin on us
And them b**ha** police K9's teeth still grittin on us
But we smoke, ashes still gettin on us
Older b**hes still hittin on us
I remember well..
Beezy rolled a L
Beezy ain't here
Where's Beezy at?
Beezy got k**ed
...and that was my n***a
I go way back with my n***a
But I know that's how it happened, my n***a
sh** is much deeper then this rappin, my n***a
But now they all rappin, my n***as
So now I must make it happen
So I'mma play the captain
Sailboat flappin, my n***a
No fingers, I'm snappin
Happy for my n***a lil Tagus
Cause even though we couldn't
The Lord saved him
Last time we seen him was when Katrina hated
Sh, found his body like a month later
Rest in peace, boy
He was a East boy
And so was Wessy West
He was a good n***a
So I know he blessed
And his daughter is a princess
This sh** is harder than a bench press
But I'mma keep goin
And I swear I got a lump in my throat
But I'mma keep on pumpin the flow
So if I cry don't stop the beat
I feel like my heart just stopped a beat
My n***a lil Derek was quick to cop a key
Either that or load the gat and go pop a G
And because of that
He's just a name in a rhyme of mine
I pray his family and his momma's fine
So much sh** just sit on this mind of mine
I think about it all the time
I drink about it all the time
I smoke back to back
Cause if my thoughts got to me, I'd be in this rap
Or I'd be in the can
Thank God I had dreams of being the man
Yeah
And f** a man with a badge
Cause he ain't sh** to a man on the edge
The 5-0 k**ed Naudy, good boy dead
Man, you woulda thought they k**ed cornbread
Shot him up, face down on the lawn
Not to mention, wit his handcuffs on
Not to mention, they had plain-clothes on
And the complaint goes on...
But nobody do nothing about it
The jail house and the morgue is too f**ing crowded
And hate is at an all time high
Everybody gotta hate, it's like a f**in iPod
sh**, and they tried to burn my Phantom up
But I got my gun license, haha
I got my hammers up
I'm ready to shoot like a camera
Stay still motherf**er
I'mma have to write my will this summer
Cause if they don't k** me
I'mma k** this summer
Yeah
And you can put that on my late father
Or my late grandmother, Miss Mercedes Carter
Or my grandfather, Larry Balsock
The old man hustled til his heart stopped
And all I know of my real Pops is that he had money
No bank account, that brown paper bag money
Yeah, he might hit me off with a little brag money
But the n***a still wouldn't be a dad for me
But look how I turned out, I hope he glad for me
But that's why when I see him I acts mad funny
Cause he's a joke to me
Don't message, don't call, don't talk to me
It's just me and my momma
How it suppose to be
And I make sure she paid like she wrote for me
And I know she gets all hope from me
And I don't never wanna see her mope for me
Hopefully!
But truthfully
There is a day that's due for me
But we gon' pray that it's as far as the future sees
You are listening to the future Weez-y F. Baby
Amen
[DJ Raj Smooth:]
Rest in peace to my cousin Kim Carbo
My n***a Vick, Rest in peace lil Harold
Shoutout to my n***a Steveland, rest in peace pimp
Quiet Storm in the building