Based on a True Story, Part 1

Friend: Man this street don't remind y'all of Hollywood man

Trick: Damn I miss my nigga man, that shit was gay how a nigga got killed dawg

Friend: Man I wonder what he was thinking about man

Trick: My nigga, I know what he was thinking about dawg, I been there

I got word inside of me

My nigga I know EXACTLY what he was thinking my nigga

Sire, I got a problem, I wanna holla

''Holla Nigga'', I keep hearing sirens

In my sleep, I'm having flashbacks

A guilty conscious naw ''Why ya ask that?''

It's like this a nigga tried to cross me

I made him pay and now the devil calls me

But I ain't going cause I'm rolling with the Lord G

And now I lay my soul to sleep

Ah ppppow keep hearing gunshots

Bullets flying, seem like they won't stop

A call for help, but momma can't hear me

Save me damn this nigga trying to kill me

I'm bleeding bad, this nigga started bustin caps

I feel cold, Boy where them paramedics at?

The first stop is intensive care

I'm seeing tripletts, blood flying every where

I'm stone black, But who turned the lights out?

Holy sire, Is it true I might die?

My bloods low, my hearts beating to slow

I'm on the edge, but I can't let go

Is this the end I would stop breathing

Talk to me, Why is everybody leaving?

Hold up wait, take these covers off my damn face

Looking like it's gonna be a long day

What time is it?, What's the days date?

What brings the crowd, Oh why these long faces

I'm getting kissed, but why on my forehead?

Pretty flowers, don't tell me that a nigga dead fuck

Oh my, why all a sudden me

Fuck it, I wanna be free

Free to fly with the birds and now the sad words

Past the dust the last words that I heard

Lower the casket, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust