It's a lot of homies restin' in peace
right about now
You know we celebrate
every day of this life
But never stop to slow down
And think about the homies,
you know
Over the years it's
been a gang of em
I'm from the part of Cali,
fucks where you can't hit up or nothing
Say the wrong thing, they bustin' it,
broad daylight in public
These motherfuckers, we lovin' it,
just quick, run up and blast
Take your car, take your cash,
take your life, take your stash
And uh, it's pretty sad
cause fools just don't know the way
Whether to do life or don't
know the time of the day
They say that crime doesn't pay,
but I get paid for my crimes
But that's rare in these streets,
in these lives, in these times
I've seen fools get caught up, blasted,
living like a savage
Killer getting chatted,
now they living in a casket
It's tragic, and it's hard to swallow it
Now his little brother's growing up,
trying to follow him
And his mom's steady crying,
looking down them blocks
Running to the window
every time she hears her shots
Then she gets a call, answers,
and her mouth drops
Sad to say,
but your little boy got popped
Slow down
You never know who might go next
You never know when they
might take your last breath
Slow down
You never know when they might
come and bring your mom
That black rose and tell her
that your cash is low
Slow down
You just never really know
Fabby plottin' up a wicked funeral
Little homie, slow down
It's kinda sad that you got lit
up with a bullet hole
Honestly, they tried
to tell you though
Ain't nobody takin' shit for granted
where I come from
I can breathe right now
and wake up dead
Lord, forgive me for my sins
I'm a young lunatic, low -key
Like the president, limo tint, sitting low
Hope I don't catch one slow,
but I'll bust back
Yeah that's how I think,
knowing exactly if you don't react quick
Your ass can get hit,
and that can be it
Never will you think again
The homie smoking fish for you,
posted at your funeral
Thinking will they see you again?
You're half all lonely,
your pops was never there for you
No family members, fucking phonies
That's a part of life
In this sick -ass asylum
that we live in every day
Most people get stuck,
most people end up dead
Killer California ain't no place
where you wanna play
Slow down, you never know
who might go next
You never know when you might
take your last breath
Slow down, you never know when they
might come and bring your mom
That black mohs and tell her
that your cash is low
Slow down, you just never really know
Fabby plottin' up your wicked funeral
Little homie, slow down
It's kinda sad that you got lit
up with a bullet hole
Honestly, they try to take you low
I'm sirens, pistols firing, mothers crying
Little homies chasing the grave,
straight aspiring
Sad to see certain homies
still living this way
Rest in peace to the homies,
never see you this day
And this grave and this
flower that is buried on
Is dedicated to all the riders
that it carried on
Tryin' to tell you slow down,
cause life ain't very long
Listen to the message that I'm putting
in this very song
And I put that on my ride
every single fuckin' day
In a way, smarter way, all about my greed
My family in the car,
and the rest in the trunk
I'ma keep my shit smooth,
silly, fly, and green
Free all my homies that are locked,
never coming home
I feel it for your families,
the stress don't let you breathe
Free all my homies that are locked,
never coming home
R .I .P. to my soldiers deceased
Slow down, you never know
who might go next
You never know when you might
take your last breath
Slow down, you never know
when they might come and bring
your mom that black clothes
And tell her that your cash is low
Gang, you just never really know,
Fabby plottin' up a wicked funeral
Little homie slow, gang,
it's kinda sad that you got lit
up with a bullet hole
Honestly, they tried to tell you though
Mr. Criminal 
