Ayy

Ayy, nephew NSA, ayy

Know I'm on the way

Family saw you on that stage, left it not amazed

Thought you up in AA

Now you done and brazed, ayy (Brazed, ayy)

Get the fuck back, you moving like they cut your 'caine, ayy

Lick the nut sack, flooted in some tear-aways (Ayy)

Flushin' through the pain, depression, this is not a phase, ayy

Picking out his grave, couldn't help but feel out of place

Try and catch some rays

Death, it has the sour taste (Sour taste)

Bless my pops, we sent him off and not a hour late

Still in shock and now my heart out somewhere on the range

Outta range, picked the lock and now we elevate

We box 'em out, my shit a million miles away

Niggas featherweight

Like we making food, father's face when I'm not afraid

My Uncle Hugh