Passed Away / R.I.P. (feat. Hiroshi Thomas)

Wondering what you think, think of me Under the weather I sink beneath Dreams in the clouds but they dreary, drizzly Miss when you near me The calls and errands got me weary I tripped in the dark it was misty Stars connected by wires like earpiece She tap in to every secret that seeps out of me The heights I'm reaching have me lofty Coughing got me opposite of coffee Sedated, I'm foolish, easy way This morning dawn hits what's in storage Hit up my nigga re-up and that's sorted Like black boys in they ends, isn't an option Imported, raw goods, workers Left out, on road with no purpose Posing roles attached to your turf Postcode, cro post, up like a gargoyle Surveying the strip, statue with some parcels Road man a post man with a carpool Pull up like a drive thru, goddamn Hop in a black whip like I'm Batman Lil' Luc never had to gangbang, gives thanks Civil dude level keep the peace at Heat would never know dat, apparently the search random Yeah yeah Optical how am patterned, never square Oracle how I've planned out Gin bottle, few zoots and I tap out Love a good couch, indoor allowed and a loud pack Good batch rare in South and that Made a home out this house and trap They just pose for the gram and I snap on da track And with the cam Double entendre, I got talents Hope you dodge that case, for the parents The ones that care I gotta couple gotta cherish Yea Never had to go to the church Buddhist pops I grew up on Mother Earth Universe, Gohonzon Grandparents living up on mountains Where I see myself, if I make it through, if I break my bounds If I find my balance, If I finally bounce Yeah I pour the liquor on the ground For those who passed away Don't make the wrong move You might pass away What, I pray for these rappers Coming after me Don't take the wrong turn You might RIP I pour the liquor on the ground For those who passed away Don't make the wrong move You might pass away What, I pray for these rappers Coming after me Don't take the wrong turn You might RIP I pour the liquor on the ground For those who passed away Brain filled up with thoughts So many thoughts, let my fingers blast the page And let my mind flow I just wanna see ZVK in the wall of fame Just gimme the fortune, you can keep the fame Man that's all the same Nowadays, we're screaming Black Lives Matter every 2 seconds Coz a black life's scattered every 2 seconds When it's the black ones picking up to use weapons It's the black ones that need to learn a new lesson They came to the land just to use our wealth Then gave us the tools to abuse ourselves And the funny thing is we do what they want So if you don't stand for nothing you a fool yourself I pour the liquor on the ground For those who passed away Still living life in the matrix Yeah still getting told I'm a virtue Uh, but lately I been running outta patience Guess I'm getting tired of the basement If you're sleeping on the boy You're a wasteman The real know I'm destined for greatness I need 7 figures on my statement These rappers can't do it like me Rappers ain't on point, no game like Z I still rep my team, J to the A to the M Can't forget about G.O.D, wha? Nuff people don't stand for something The real know that my names stands for something I apologise if you don't stand for nothing No foundation will leave you crumbling Yeah I pour the liquor on the ground For those who passed away Don't make the wrong move You might pass away What, I pray for these rappers Coming after me Don't take the wrong turn You might RIP I pour the liquor on the ground For those who passed away Don't make the wrong move You might pass away What, I pray for these rappers Coming after me Don't take the wrong turn You might RIP You might RIP Passed away You might pass away Coming after RIP