On The Dead Homies by Tay White Lyrics

Pardon insecurities
It was the lack of my maturity
I was more focused on the currency
Tryna pick up where I left off had got my urgency
Outta wack
Oh here we go again
He shouldn’t rap
“He ain’t black”
Or from the right state on the map
So
Stay right where you at
And pretend it’s all an act like
Nah
I’m the author of this fairy tale
Cuz I picked the right idols
Listened very well
Been through happy heavens
And through scary hell’s
Penny for my thoughts
Who would of thought they woulda wished me well
I hope the soul found of my lost friеnds
I haven’t made those rеcords
Cuz that means I’ve lost them
Mark, Ryan, Rossi
Even young Melara
Wouldn’t want me turnin’ bitch
Like I shed mascara
I’m sorry
I just
Needed time to digest
Reality

Yeah
I didn’t cry up at your funerals
You were all my best friends at different numerals
So a piece of me died when y’all passed
And I’ve been hanging
Reminiscing
Tryna make it last
Remembered for the feelings you inflict on others
And ya sacrifice bringing back the band of brothers
But I pray for all ya families distraught mothers
Right before I close my eyes and get under covers
Under cover
Sometimes I wish it’s me that could shoulder suffer
Cuz I see the pain in the eyes that y’all splash rippled
And never thought I’d see the day that my mouth crippled
But here we are
And look how far we’ve come
But we’re still really far
So imma pour some out
And puff one to the stars
Just tell my grandpa
I overcame my scar