Dearly Departed

(album: Red Paint Reverend - 2020)

[ShooterGang Kony:]
Ayy

A crown of thorns what they crowned me with
Thugging 'til the bounty hit
Woofing on the dead, gon' get you next, I can't allow the shit
I done watched my family base they love on the amount I send
That ain't love, how the fuck I'm 'posed to drown in it?
You be insecure about yourself, so you just clown the bitch
In front of us, and then you wonder why she quick to switch
Niggas swore to God that they the realest, but they fake as shit
Got a problem, say the shit, they know who they playing with
Quick to take a loss, it takes so long to try to build a bridge
Let alone crossing it, I be with these politics
I'ma buy the hammers, it don't matter what the prices is
Give it to the shooters, now we brothers 'cause I like his wrist
I remember days when we was smiling, it's no life in this
Someone should've told me stay at home, but this the life I get
They gave my brother double digits 'cause the driver snitched
In that room, you start to think, but ain't no lights in it

Take a moment for the dearly departed, we living heartless
Jackets never stopped the rain, prison was our college
Could've made it out, but we ain't have the proper knowledge
Hard to count the digits on these checks that I deposit
Check when we in trouble, they ain't check when we was bothered
He died a gang member, he should've went to Harvard
I ain't even try out for the team, but I'm a starter
Tryna be a dad, but I ain't even have a father
Easy living ruthless when you coping with the pain
I just got some money from her, I ain't know her name
Labeled a statistic 'cause they say we all the same
Promises the worst, 'cause it be pouring when it rain
Balance being optimistic when you hate the game
Running from my family roots, almost shook the name
We can tell he never really cried 'cause he complain
Hard to top the pain that was waiting with the fame

[Mozzy:]
Ayy, they don't understand the kind of love I got for 'em
Never let my nephew bang 'cause it's not for him
Go get some guala, then you pull up in that drop foreign
I'm one of the reasons why it's killers off the block touring
After Deray death, the hood heart was torn
Have you ever felt responsible for letting 'em score?
Mental note, I gotta fuck around with Fletcher more
Twenty years and some change since I been repping Fourth
My condolence to the family of the victim
He took someone that I love, I understand how much you miss him
Yeah, my condolence to the family of the victim
He took someone that I love, I understand how much you miss him, nigga

[ShooterGang Kony:]
Take a moment for the dearly departed, we living heartless
Jackets never stopped the rain, prison was our college
Could've made it out, but we ain't have the proper knowledge
Hard to count the digits on these checks that I deposit
Check when we in trouble, they ain't check when we was bothered
He died a gang member, he should've went to Harvard
I ain't even try out for the team, but I'm a starter
Tryna be a dad, but I ain't even have a father
Easy living ruthless when you coping with the pain
I just got some money from her, I ain't know her name
Labeled a statistic 'cause they say we all the same
Promises the worst, 'cause it be pouring when it rain
Balance being optimistic when you hate the game
Running from my family roots, almost shook the name
We can tell he never really cried 'cause he complain
Hard to top the pain that was waiting with the fame