[Intro] Pour up for the ones we lost Hold it high Let the bottle frost Name in the sky when the sun get low This for Pimp Pookie Big Moe Mo3 (yeah) [Verse 1] Candy frame still crawl down the block But the front seat feel too quiet Used to laugh till the whole car rocked Now it’s me and this empty silence Double cup in the cupholder leanin Hologram of my partners in the rearview breathin Talkin like “Lace up Keep swingin Keep shinin” I answer back to the glass Still ridin [Chorus] I ride slow for my dawgs that ain’t here Name on my tongue Pain in my ear Talk to the clouds like they pickin up the phone (RIP) Pimp C Pookie Big Moe Mo3 You ain’t gone I ride slow Trunk heavy with the hurt Prayers in the sky Face in the dirt Every time that the crowd sing along RIP in the air But in my heart y’all live on [Verse 2] Block party memories Paper plates Loud grills Hood full of hope Couple scars Real chills You was jokin by the fence Sayin “We gon’ be straight” Next week Whole city lined up at the gate Murals on brick Fresh paint still wet Mama in the front row Tryin not to forget I rap y’all names like a chain round my neck Every show Every set Pay respect [Chorus] I ride slow for my dawgs that ain’t here Name on my tongue Pain in my ear Talk to the clouds like they pickin up the phone (RIP) Pimp C Pookie Big Moe Mo3 You ain’t gone I ride slow Trunk heavy with the hurt Prayers in the sky Face in the dirt Every time that the crowd sing along RIP in the air But in my heart y’all live on [Bridge] If heaven got a slab Y’all swangin If the choir got a mic Y’all sangin (oh yeah) Every tear on this side keep rainin Grow a rose from the cracks we stand in [Chorus] I ride slow for my dawgs that ain’t here Name on my tongue Pain in my ear Talk to the clouds like they pickin up the phone (RIP) Pimp C Pookie Big Moe Mo3 You ain’t gone I ride slow Trunk heavy with the hurt Prayers in the sky Face in the dirt Every time that the crowd sing along RIP in the air But in my heart y’all live on (yeah)

Slow Texas ride tribute with male vocals; syrupy swing drums, thick bass, and woozy organ chords. Hook leans melodic with stacked harmonies, verses laid-back but emotional. Occasional chopped vocal drops and bell accents; last chorus lifts with choirs and extra ad-libs for a bittersweet, triumphant feel.

Candy Paint Prayers