It's a lot of homies restin' in peace
But never stop to slow down
And think about the homies,
I'm from the part of Cali,
fucks where you can't hit up or nothing
Say the wrong thing, they bustin' it,
These motherfuckers, we lovin' it,
just quick, run up and blast
Take your car, take your cash,
take your life, take your stash
cause fools just don't know the way
Whether to do life or don't
They say that crime doesn't pay,
but I get paid for my crimes
But that's rare in these streets,
in these lives, in these times
I've seen fools get caught up, blasted,
now they living in a casket
It's tragic, and it's hard to swallow it
Now his little brother's growing up,
And his mom's steady crying,
every time she hears her shots
Then she gets a call, answers,
but your little boy got popped
You never know who might go next
might take your last breath
You never know when they might
That black rose and tell her
You just never really know
Fabby plottin' up a wicked funeral
It's kinda sad that you got lit
Ain't nobody takin' shit for granted
Lord, forgive me for my sins
I'm a young lunatic, low -key
Like the president, limo tint, sitting low
Hope I don't catch one slow,
knowing exactly if you don't react quick
Never will you think again
The homie smoking fish for you,
Thinking will they see you again?
your pops was never there for you
No family members, fucking phonies
that we live in every day
Killer California ain't no place
Slow down, you never know
You never know when you might
Slow down, you never know when they
might come and bring your mom
That black mohs and tell her
Slow down, you just never really know
Fabby plottin' up your wicked funeral
It's kinda sad that you got lit
Honestly, they try to take you low
I'm sirens, pistols firing, mothers crying
Little homies chasing the grave,
Sad to see certain homies
Rest in peace to the homies,
Is dedicated to all the riders
Tryin' to tell you slow down,
cause life ain't very long
Listen to the message that I'm putting
And I put that on my ride
In a way, smarter way, all about my greed
and the rest in the trunk
I'ma keep my shit smooth,
Free all my homies that are locked,
I feel it for your families,
the stress don't let you breathe
Free all my homies that are locked,
R .I .P. to my soldiers deceased
Slow down, you never know
You never know when you might
Slow down, you never know
when they might come and bring
your mom that black clothes
And tell her that your cash is low
Gang, you just never really know,
Fabby plottin' up a wicked funeral
it's kinda sad that you got lit
Honestly, they tried to tell you though