R.I.P Trey

Can't believe I'm sittin' here, starin' at your grave, shit's great, look

Damn 'cause, I can't believe I'm sittin' here

Starin' at your grave, shit's great, now you isn't here

How you disappear from the team, still it bothers me

Yeah, it horrors me, thought to stop it all and go retreat

Your funeral was the first time I'd worn a suit and tie

I had to look your family in the eyes, they all seemed dead inside

If you had a chance to press it, would you press rewind?

If you knew that you were livin' life on borrowed time?

Nah, of course you would, silly question, so would I

Know you remember thick Latia with the jelly fies

Or fat parents, every week used to rub his back

Or when we both got nicked on the 109

Throw back those days, hold that, no way

Throw that, Rosé, go mad, road rage

My bros not here, roll up top tier

I can't think right, tell me what's near

Let me quickly hop in after, 'cause I weren't the one

You must've smoked the Howl High, Ivy Magic, bud

Now I'm only playin', I ain't mean to make you jump

But on the real, now I'm gone, keep the music up

'Cause we weren't gettin' nowhere with this championship

We hit the maddest of the moves, and look at what it did

And of course I remember all them pretty fucks

But when you add them up, they ain't worth chillin' in the box

So what you got now, save it, don't waste it

Don't worry about the get back, 'cause you'll regret that

You made enough to leave the ends now, say bye to friends now

Grab the fam and get the rest out, show's called 'The Same Route'

What you mean, bro? You're jokin'

If I was lying there I know you'd smoke him

How we talkin', will I wake up any moment?

This is all nuts, but stay static, that I can't do

Still don't even know who it was, that went and popped you