Bro I don't even know how to start this
Already know you were more than an artist to me
Empty chest, I don't know where my heart is
You know it best, losing brothers some hard shit
Pumping Pain Part Two, and Letter To Drew
Never thought I'd write a letter to you
Lil Peeped off the drugs like you said you would do
Died in your sleep, alone in your room
Died in your sleep but this feels like a dream
Them boys weren't your friends brother, fuck all them fiends
Told you from day-dot just run up the streams
You said things aren't that simple and never will be
Ain't pointing fingers cos my hands are dirty
We wasted some years on the Xans and Thirties
The day we lost Drew knew I had to turn it
Around, and them bridges I had to burn 'em
When we lost Drew, brother we had each other
Stuck on my ones, how'd I lose both my brothers?
Lost Drew, few months after losing your Mother
Lost you, two weeks after losing another
Mate I grew up with, RIP Rushy
Ain't spoken for years, feel like a fuck-wit
People reach out, don't think I can trust them
Still create art when I'm feeling destructive
Still blowing these bong clouds
Brain's still numb we looked up to the wrong crowd
I promise I ain't gonna stop now
I'll drop em if they use your name as a cop out
I'll finish the shit that we started
Thinking I'll hold back, them bitches retarded
Told you they loved you while feeding you shards
I been holding a grudge, so don't think that I'm past it
Can't lie, we puffed ice with each other twice
First of those times was our idol who passed the pipe
Ain't naming no names, they ain't getting no prizes
For guessing, swear that he left us to die
Believe what you want, I ain't speaking no lies
Struggle street, fighting demons at night
Urunga Pde we were living to die
Rik with the gack, pouring lean over ice
We had to sneak us our piece of the pie
Heart on our sleeve, let it bleed into rhymes
Only hate cos it's truth that we speak on the mic
Talk like they're trapping they're fiends for the pipe
Had to sneak us our piece of the pie
Heart on our sleeve let it bleed into rhymes
Only hate cos it's truth that we speak on the mic
Why they talk like they're trappers? they're fiends for the pipe
How did "Free DB" turn to RIP
Still don't feel real, I just can't believe
That you're gone bro, this grief makes it hard to breathe
Incomplete, I just lost another part of me
Barely coping, I don't think they can tell
Youse must be in Heaven, I'm living in Hell
Got home from a funeral and woke to the news
I was shocked, but I knew Peta told me the truth
Stuck in my thoughts, I been up all night
All this grief on my mind got me fucked for life
Still shocked swear it somehow just touched my mind
The only way to cope, put the stuff in rhymes
I been clean a minute, I can't fuck this up
I'll be next if I go back to the double cup
Fuck a frenemy, I don't trust the cunts
Fuck our enemies, they can suck my nuts!
Good die young but I'm over this shit
I promise I'm gonna look over your kids
Zion's my godson, I love him to bits
Zahara too, always got Uncle Mish
The things Daddy wanted to do with his rapping
Promise I'll go hard until I make them happen
Shoulder to cry on, beacon of strength
The way that it should be, ain't even a flex
Even in the depths of the deepest depression
Always be there if they're needing a lesson
Advice, anything else I can offer
Your Dad's with his angels, your Daddy's a rockstar
He's always looking over you
And now he's with your Uncle Drew
And it's breaking my heart, that's the open truth
But I'd be lying if I said that I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Make music til everyone's eetswa
The streams off one song paying off 3 cars
Now that you're gone, don't need a feature
Just a microphone, my bro Jake and a beat cuz
When I play your songs I just cry and cry
My girl left me, got no one to hold me tight
And the sad truth is if I died tonight
I know I'd blow up like some dynamite
Yeah, I know they'd be claiming they miss me
Drunk off her love, I just think she was tipsy
Suicidal thoughts like I'm Biggie
But I ain't going nowhere until I can say that we did it