Buzz

Hook:

Pray the homie watch over me from above

Hope his soul rest in peace while I'm catching this buzz

Hope the homie get out, and don't go back to the fuzz

Hope his soul gain strength while i'm catching this buzz

Verse:

I grew up an F student, slash battler and smart mouther

Using both sides of my brain, like card counters

Took the city bus and payed bums to buy liquor

Females was on our skin, just like stickers

We bet cash on games, and hustled classmates

From 10 sacks as freshmen, to mackin, and slapping Ant Banks

Now the homie locked, and sentenced, for a slew of thangs

We had planned to live the finest, like Dumile

It's a shame how shit change and fall apart

Even with a clean hustle, and a baller's heart

It do some shit to ya brain, when ya true ones die

And fuck ya whole life up, when it's suicide

I can't help but feel blame, shit, this why we drink

All this tree on our persons, yeah that's why we stink

I got drama at home, got some bitch in the phone

Yapping bout whatever, while I prep for this show

Hook:

Pray the homie watch over me from above

Hope his soul rest in peace while I'm catching this buzz

Hope the homie get out, and don't go back to the fuzz

Hope his soul gain strength while i'm catching this buzz