almost healed

I lost my dog, it been some years and I still don't know how to feel

I been focused, I'm still working on my dreams, I gone sleep, man

Killas tryna creep, man Keep running, know they carpin

Leave it blood on the cement that Dre gon' stop, no DJ gon' keep

Make a nigga walk it out, he hard on IG when I leave the scene

And they gon' chalk him out, they wearing masks

And all they smile be fake, we all getting talked about

That why they mad, cause Big Bang Rose the only thing I'm talking about

And no pop smokes, so now they drop that load and I be creeping in

And he doing the most, we turning into a ghost