Bury me smiling with G's in my pocket
Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it
Let the hoes that I used to know
From way before kiss me from my head to my toe
Give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin
A couple bottles of gin in case I don't get in
Tell all my people I'm a Ridah
Nobody cries when we die, we Outlaws, let me ride
Until I get free, I live my life in the fast lane
Got police chasing me
To my n—s from old blocks, from old crews
N—s that guided me through back in the old school
Pour out some liquor, have a toast for the homies
See, we both gotta die, but you chose to go before me
And brothers, miss ya while you're gone
You left your n— on his own, how long we mourn?
Life goes on