Death is Certain Pt. 2 (It Hurts) [feat. Carlos "6 July" Broady]

Yeah, my nigga we greater than friends All we know is the beginnin, nobody controls the way that it ends I got, the weight of the world on my shoulders And one phone call can change it - make it fall 'til I'm all caved in My homie got shot and it's not lookin good for him No, this is not happenin, knock on wood for him Speedin to the hospital cryin, askin God, "Why?" I'm mashin, my car movin as fast as my mind This is not happenin to me My homie will not, and I repeat will NOT flatline on me How can I explain this vividly to your moms That this is behind entertainment? She won't get it All she understands is the boy that she raised just might Die in a hospital bed fightin for his life I'm prayin, standin over you Lookin at you hooked up to a machine, holdin your hand, sayin Don't you go nowhere. stay here with me Cause if you leave meeee. it hurrrrts so bad (Death is certainly gon' catch you) They can take me (Whoever especially you will be left hurt) I'll take yo' place (This is the cold, harshness of life) (Just when it unfolds you lucky to grow old - life!) Cause it hurrrrts so bad You tearin our team apart Though time heals all of our wounds it's still leavin a mark I took it too far; the feelin That's hidden deep in my heart, comes out, when I look at the scar And I can't kill, nobody to get you back Nigga that's somethin that time can't heal While I'm sayin my grace I'll be lookin up at the sky, and tellin God that he's makin a mistake You can't take away one brother and leave the rest of the clique Lord please, double check yo' list And if you get to his name and it's a check beside it Death comes in three's, take me next . But don't make me sweat, please I won't make it, I get restless speculatin Sons should bury mothers Every mother don't wanna bury her son, they sayin Death is certainly gon' catch you Whoever especially you will be left hurt This is the cold, harshness of life Just when it unfolds you lucky to grow old - life! (And) Death is not no option I'm pullin money outta my pocket tryin to con the doctor Please, treat this thug the way you would treat yo' baby The way that you would treat yo' blood, I'll pay! As heavyweight as we are, I know how you medics are Cause I be checkin ER everyday I know we are a hairful - but doc This ain't one of them that came through shot that shoulda been careful Cause no dude could bleed; the way his heart pumps More than any patient that rode through that you seen The reason that he's my man Cause I tell him if he can hear me to squeeze my hand and he squeezes . So I tell him some things Don't let them machines help you breathe, don't leave from receivin 'Round quarter to eight - his moms is sleepin His grip weakens, his squiggly lines go straight (go straight) Call the doctor, "Give him all you got! Shock him!" He gon' tell you it's too late Call the doctor, "Give him all you got! Shock him!" It's too late