And here it goes, bro
Just like that—straight to heaven, man Forgive me, Mom; I wasn't who you wanted me to be I know you're feeling sad right now My body lay there, sprawled out Soaked in pools of red I let myself get swept up in the wild life Money, women, and bags Memories linger in the nightclubs With the crew, celebrating there And no—don't tell me this life is meant for living better If this is how it ends, I'd rather not I'm the "good kid" who traded in his world Swapped it for drugs and alcohol Guns, and the heat of the firefight Come on, Dad—let's go! Shout-out to La Mafia—what's up,
What's up,
Just like that,
man Peace out!
It's going straight to heaven—
to the damn sky!
We run this place—
you know the drill I also left a few loves behind I remember dedicating songs to them Chilling out, downing a few beers Always speeding down 12th Street in the car The heaviest burden was my "princess" She went with me; she was my jewel Now we're left with nothing but sorrow And my homie—he'll stay in my mind forever And no—don't tell me this life is meant for living better If this is how it ends, I'd rather not I'm the "good kid" who traded in his world Swapped it for drugs and alcohol Guns, and the heat of the firefight Guns, and the heat of the firefight