CEMETERY lanterns

Ray Vaughn

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Dead homies, my name gon' ring when I die
I ain't scared to die
Nigga, this life come with a reset
This flag come with respect

Look
Granny told me stay inside but the turf called me louder
Big homie said: It's love and that's the only thing now that
I hit a dead end valley, took the shirt off my back
Pick your head up, nigga, do your stuff, no slack
First one, hit my jaw, felt the stars in my head
Second one, hit my ribs, made me stumble, I bled
Third one, hit my nose and all I'm seeing is red
Then the fourth one hit my temple, all I heard was: That's enough
I took the fades, stood tall, dead homies, I'm locked in
Bounced back, told them niggas we got to run it again
Big homie said: Aye, little nigga, you official
I'm giving you this blower, get to know it like a ritual
Now I'm cruising through the east, my burner tucked in my jeans
Tryna earn me up some stripes and tryna live what I seen
Big homie in the back, like: Ayo, who is them fools?
Ask them niggas where they from, and then see what they gon do
(Sah?)
Ain't ask no questions, I just hopped out quick
Toss my hoodie on my head as I do my shit
And I ain't notice no one moved until the window dropped
Muzzle flash, I end up gettin' popped
Bullets kiss my ribs and had me gaspin' for air
Hit the ground, felt the heat but the world didn't care
Niggas ran, tires screeched and left my name in the streets
All that talk about my rap and now they smokin' on me, uh
Eyes getting heavy, body stiff and it's cold
Momma warned me 'bout the streets but the set took control
All the love that I was promised, now I barely could breathe
Tryna be a real one and now they realer than me, ah

If I don't wake up, will they ride for me?
Or just pour out liquor when they slide for me?
If I don't wake up (if I don't wake up)
Would they cry for me? (Would they cry for me?)
Or just pour out liquor when they slide for me?

Ha, my lil' nigga ain't listen now his name in the candlelight
They kicked them shits over, hope you mad in the afterlife
I'm staring at your body with your rag on your chest
Same one you bled for and now you laying to rest, stupid
What's the point of a rep if you dead by a summer?
You think them niggas gon' love you like momma or brother, huh?
You think the hood gon' cry for you like your niece will?
Your big homie cold if he telling you you should keep still
Can't believe my brother got stretched out on the pavement
Baited to be joinin' this gang shit
Say he a trophy but he really gon' play it jaded
To be something he wasn't, now granny screaming: My baby, baby
Aretha on playlist, your death even hurt the candy lady
They gon' post you on the gram, pour a shot and forget
How they ain't carrying your casket and you carried the set?
They gon' scream how you was solid and gon' say you was real
But they ain't trading places with you, they don't know how it feel
Big homie what? Big homie who? Big homie what?
Big homie never really ever gave a fuck, huh?
Your daughter tried to get in your casket, she was hurt
I can't believe they put my brother on a shirt

If I don't wake up, will they ride for me?
Or just pour out liquor when they slide for me?
If I don't wake up (if I don't wake up)
Would they cry for me? (Would they cry for me?)
Or just pour out liquor when they slide for me?