Dead Homies
Kept the dro in the drop
Got a buzz with J Free, need the throne and the top
Never bustin' my seed when these hoes gimme top
Know it's more than rap beef when it's thrown in the pot
Dawg hell broke loose when the goat arrived
Tried to put me in a box, know it's no surprise
Everybody come when all the blessings coincide
But nobody there to help you fill the void inside
Portland protege
Had to pick up broken pieces, a shattered image; I live it
Nights alone with Hennessy, brandy, Mary and linen
Order to receive oh you got be willing to give it
But that shit is over heads like a shotta shot at yo fitted
Bitch it's been a wrap
Since a baby, had the formula no Similac
Got the tropic thunder clap oh you a Simple Jack
Careful with the chitter chatter, 'fore I'm swingin' where yo chin is at
Muhfuckas need conviction, when I say shit ion stutter
I be really tryna do this just to put on for my bruddas
Lost the homie Josue, bro I went to see your mother
Agreed you filled your purpose, now I gotta for the love of you, yeah
Bet I'm out here tryna feed ya famo
But they sleepin' on me, they ain't seein' me like camo
So until I blow up, imma push and do the most
And it's all this rappin' shit until I win or croak
Yeah, yeah yeah
For the dead homies
Yeah we do it for the dead homies
Dawg you know I do this for the dead homies
Tryna put respect on the dead homies yeah
For the dead homies
Yeah we do it for the dead homies
Dawg you know I do this for the dead homies
Tryna put respect on the dead homies
Got a buzz with J Free, need the throne and the top
Never bustin' my seed when these hoes gimme top
Know it's more than rap beef when it's thrown in the pot
Dawg hell broke loose when the goat arrived
Tried to put me in a box, know it's no surprise
Everybody come when all the blessings coincide
But nobody there to help you fill the void inside
Portland protege
Had to pick up broken pieces, a shattered image; I live it
Nights alone with Hennessy, brandy, Mary and linen
Order to receive oh you got be willing to give it
But that shit is over heads like a shotta shot at yo fitted
Bitch it's been a wrap
Since a baby, had the formula no Similac
Got the tropic thunder clap oh you a Simple Jack
Careful with the chitter chatter, 'fore I'm swingin' where yo chin is at
Muhfuckas need conviction, when I say shit ion stutter
I be really tryna do this just to put on for my bruddas
Lost the homie Josue, bro I went to see your mother
Agreed you filled your purpose, now I gotta for the love of you, yeah
Bet I'm out here tryna feed ya famo
But they sleepin' on me, they ain't seein' me like camo
So until I blow up, imma push and do the most
And it's all this rappin' shit until I win or croak
Yeah, yeah yeah
For the dead homies
Yeah we do it for the dead homies
Dawg you know I do this for the dead homies
Tryna put respect on the dead homies yeah
For the dead homies
Yeah we do it for the dead homies
Dawg you know I do this for the dead homies
Tryna put respect on the dead homies
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Writer(s): Anthony Tan
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