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 niggas from old blocks from old crews, niggas that guided me through back in the old school. Pour out some liquor, have a toast for the homies.
Life goes on homie, gone on, 'cause they passed away.
I feel you nigga, trust me, I feel you. Last year we poured out liquor for you. This year nigga, life goes on. Keeping the clock now, get money, evade bitches, evade tricks, give player haters plenty space, and basically just represent for you baby. Next time you see your niggas, we gonna be on top nigga.