66645 (rip yazan)

I remember all the days with my friend now he died Ain't even get the chance to send my Prayers say goodbye Real niggas be dying why the fake stay alive
It's a fuckin homicide 66645

All this pain all this hate that gon make me lose my brain telling niggas who to frame Bitch I can't decide
Pulling up at your gang like we throwing dimes
Niggas be Thugging with style
I said we thugging with style

Hit the blunt get long faded
Fuck up the world then go save it
I don't care if I'm the most hated
Promised ma momma I'm gon make it
Every bullet is a demon in disguise issa picture done long painted
Rip to the real ones who died rising up tryna make a statement

21 I'm still young but nigga that is not the case
When you been through so mush as a kid
It's to hit or get hit
It's to kill or get killed
Prolly end up locked in a cell

They gon try to breakdown what you built
Man Yazan was my friend
A real nigga from the A
I know he watching me today

Hit the blunt get long faded
Fuck up the world then go save it
I don't care if I'm the most hated
Promised ma momma I'm gon make it
Every bullet is a demon in disguise issa picture done long painted
Rip to the real ones who died rising up tryna make a statement

let me tell You about this real nigga named yazan
The first time we met in each other was when we was 5
Grew up playing ball that nigga shot on fire
He was happy And all he was living fine
Till his opps killed his father made him watch it with his eyes
While the mother and the daughter being abused and harassed
An opp looked him in his face And he started laughing
He said I promise you one day you gon pay the price
Revenge made em do crazy shit he never wanted to do
No regrets been in the street blowing niggas he shoot
I Look at my phone it's his name so I pick up the phone
His momma said your friend got shot and his blood on the floor
Froze for a second started crying she said no You don't
My son in the hands of god now he's finally home

I just want the whole truth to be finally shown
How many good niggas we lost trying to buy a coat

When You hear a story pay attention to the details

What made a nigga do this and do that how he feel

Behind the scene there's a demon he couldn't deal with

On ecstasy might see somebody that could aid em
Don't know right from wrong ain't had nobody that could teach em
Asking dear lord my mind is gone I need sum straightening
Hitting his head against the wall his way of beating demons
Keep your head strong but he don't understand the meaning

Nah I ain't done speaking
Words can't keep it real I just want yall to hear them
Niggas ignore the truth like Hypersomnia they be sleeping
They vision blurry they act like they the ones be bleeding
They Left Me Scarred for life and I ain't talking Harry Potter
Lost a real brother man can't take this shit while being sober
Shit get stuck in your brain then it spread like a tumor
Devil's weapon cus I know god ain't no opp shootin