Write your names in my bars, yeah, I spill on the page

 God bless the dead, we hold it down Even when they gone, the spirit run the town

 From the block to the booth, we speak what's said

 Every shot, every loss, God bless the dead I ain't forgettin' none, yeah, I keep them

 close From corner stoops, to fancy posts

 They taught me to hustle, to grind and respect Every loss of my life, I gotta redirect

 No fear in my heart, but the scars stay vivid In the streets or the studio, the spirit's

 From the block to the booth, every bar got a message

 Every tear that fell, turned into a lesson For the fallen brothers, I'm counting my blessings

 I still hear the voices, when the night get cold

 See the flash of the lights, when the stories get told

 We was chasing a dream, and the world's so cold

 Now I carry they torch, while I'm reaching for gold

 God bless the dead, I move with intent Every wind that I stacked, I got to name and

 cement From pain to a plan, that's the path that

 I went Turn grief into grind, now it all makes sense

 God bless the dead, we hold it down Even when they gone, the spirit run the town

 From the block to the booth, we speak what's said

 Every shot, every loss, God bless the dead God bless the dead, we hold it down

 Even when they gone, the spirit run the town From the block to the booth, we speak what's

 said Every shot, every loss, God bless the dead

 We're the ones we still carry with us

 Your name still echo in the silence

 We ain't forget you