Boldy James, Sterling Toles - Requiem lyrics
[Boldy James, Sterling Toles - Requiem lyrics]
My youngin' lost his mother and father
Was less fortunate put up for adoption
No foster parents at the orphanage
The social worker, she could give a fuck
She got her own problems
Brodie wanted for a open murder
that's his role model
Growin' up, all he seen was a
Seagram's Crown Royal bottle
Pourin' up his troubles
Gettin' weeded while he load hollow tips
And that extendo roll
Was runnin' through them bundles
One time, the bag came up short
He had to shoot his uncle
Wishin' they never put his nana
In that nursin' home
Was used to rollin' spots
His brodie taught him how to work the phones
Never kept a lot of company
He did his dirt alone
Type nigga rock a Phoenix jersey
With nothin' purple on eleven hunnid a zone
We get them chirpies gone
Lil cuz walkin' down that
Nichol tryna hurry home
Prepaid call from the clique
That Peewee murder-prone
Shit, he knew somethin' was wrong soon
As he heard his tone told him that it was me
And Petey who murdered Bone
Turned him on, and everything we touched
It seemed to turn to stone
Was any foul play
He should've been the first to know
Wrote a rap about it
Had to go back and reword the song
Sippin' Acky
Ran outta Backies now we burnin' cones
Drop a deucy in the green apple
That's a dirty Jones
Was dirty dickin' Simone
I heard she burnt Jerome
Used to serve her brother Ramone
Until he murked Capone
Moms and pops dead, Peewee got a murder case
Brodie on the run and he think
His rap be turnin' state
Uncle still in the 'spital
Nana in the Hoveround
Brodie not allowed to step foot
On his own stompin' ground
Lil' cuz told him "Peewee tellin'
Boldy killed your mans"
Paid Petey to get rid of Bone
Before he took the stand
Now Simone think her brother did
It so she told Jerome
"'Mone had somethin' to do with
Them niggas smoking 'Pone"
Never mix business with blood
They don't belong
And it hurt to kill a nigga you
Love when it hit close to home
Was less fortunate put up for adoption
No foster parents at the orphanage
The social worker, she could give a fuck
She got her own problems
Brodie wanted for a open murder
that's his role model
Growin' up, all he seen was a
Seagram's Crown Royal bottle
Pourin' up his troubles
Gettin' weeded while he load hollow tips
And that extendo roll
Was runnin' through them bundles
One time, the bag came up short
He had to shoot his uncle
Wishin' they never put his nana
In that nursin' home
Was used to rollin' spots
His brodie taught him how to work the phones
Never kept a lot of company
He did his dirt alone
Type nigga rock a Phoenix jersey
With nothin' purple on eleven hunnid a zone
We get them chirpies gone
Lil cuz walkin' down that
Nichol tryna hurry home
Prepaid call from the clique
That Peewee murder-prone
Shit, he knew somethin' was wrong soon
As he heard his tone told him that it was me
And Petey who murdered Bone
Turned him on, and everything we touched
It seemed to turn to stone
Was any foul play
He should've been the first to know
Wrote a rap about it
Had to go back and reword the song
Sippin' Acky
Ran outta Backies now we burnin' cones
Drop a deucy in the green apple
That's a dirty Jones
Was dirty dickin' Simone
I heard she burnt Jerome
Used to serve her brother Ramone
Until he murked Capone
Moms and pops dead, Peewee got a murder case
Brodie on the run and he think
His rap be turnin' state
Uncle still in the 'spital
Nana in the Hoveround
Brodie not allowed to step foot
On his own stompin' ground
Lil' cuz told him "Peewee tellin'
Boldy killed your mans"
Paid Petey to get rid of Bone
Before he took the stand
Now Simone think her brother did
It so she told Jerome
"'Mone had somethin' to do with
Them niggas smoking 'Pone"
Never mix business with blood
They don't belong
And it hurt to kill a nigga you
Love when it hit close to home