On It's Head

Goddamn
Ya boi, ya boi, ya boi, ya boi
Just wanted to get home one night
Ya boi, ya boi, ya boi, ya boi
He's my homie so I make sure he's alright

Now let's take a trip down memory lane
This is not a story about my rise to fame
This is about consequences and actions
That make someone dive into the endgame
My boy troy wasn't the smartest light in the box
He beamed bright and had an orange shirt like a fox
One day he needed a ride to his girls place
I told I'd drive him there and it lit up his face
What we didn't know that day was it just begun
We took off in my el Camino and Gambino we sung
140 on i4 bumping biggie, get flagged by the cops
Ya boi got a warrant for possession (of this fucking dick)
So we took off and evaded them, tried to be slick
Then I got a call from my homie named Rick, he was sick
We just got away and he said we were on the news
We panicked and ditched, stole another whip quick

Ya boi, ya boi, ya boi, ya boi
Just wanted to get home one night
Ya boi, ya boi, ya boi, ya boi
Now we're swerving and running red lights
Ya boi, ya boi, ya boi, ya boi
Just wanted to get home one night
Ya boi, ya boi, ya boi, ya boi
Now we're swerving and running red lights

We peeled out of the parking lot with the Impala
And I look around, bragging how we're such ballers
Noticed the car had no gas, pulled into the station
Troy went inside to get some monster, elation
From that liquid poison, but the clerk recognized him
She pulled a shotty and ya boi had to snap back
But he got hit anyway and ran outside, looking grim
I picked him up and put him in the back
Drove off, tired squealing, trying to find the nearest
Hospital for ya boi Troy, needed someone fearless
To get him through this. He looked at me in earnest
And said "please delete my browser history"
He passed out and I called Rick, told him about Troy
A moment of silence passed and he said,
What you need my boi?
I said I'm coming to you, stay put, boi
I drove off to Brandon to drop off the late troy

Ya boi, ya boi, ya boi, ya boi
Just wanted to get home one night
Ya boi, ya boi, ya boi, ya boi
Now he's 6 feet under, all right?
Ya boi, ya boi, ya boi, ya boi
Just wanted to get home one night
Ya boi, ya boi, ya boi, ya boi
Now he's 6 feet under, all right?

In remembrance of Troy, I'll tell you one thing
I deleted his browser history just like he asked
Rick couldn't get over Troy's death, started drinking
Like a fish, one day I came over and found him passed out
God no, I said, not another of my Bois, and cried
Because I couldn't catch a fucking break, I'm fried
I tried to get him up, he asked if it was a dream, I lied
And said it was a nightmare, laid on the ground, dried
I got angry at the world, I screamed like a beast
This pathetic life I have feeds on pain like a feast
I didn't show up to the funeral, just looked and peaced out
And now I sit here, writing about ya boi, no doubt
Just like Gwen, I sing out loud for my friends' life
Just like Gwen Stacy, I swing in to the purest night
Just like Peter, I swing into the club without a care
Living life for Troy and Rick, in the club without a care