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