[Lyric] R.I.P. DJ AM (Ricky Hil)

[Intro]
Limos, b-b-baby

[Verse]
Watching all the children play, smoking on my haze
Thinking 'bout the days when I used to be so nerdy, yeah
Now I'm high like I prefer to be, currently, slightly outta my mind, damn
And then we cut girls off for getting outta line
I wanna make it there but I'm running outta time
Baby I'm one of a kind, spitting that shit 'til we running outta rhymes
And the prophecy's, hi I'm designed

[Hook x2]
Do we really die?
They recycle our souls
Buried in the ground
6 feet down

[Verse 2]
R.I.P. to DJ AM
Paying all my homage to the Fools Gold
Sometimes life gеts a little too cold
Don't know where to go, thеn your heart gets froze
Damn, I feel like that every other day but i bring it right back
I keep my head real high, but real down low with my black Yankee cap
And if they open up the space then I'm filling up with gap
Every single day I be filling up my stash, lil bit of Kush, little bit of hash
[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
Like I said man, R.I.P. DJ AM, Fools Gold, god bless everybody over there right now this a hard time, yeah, but we gon try to live our lives, if there's lettuce, heh, Limosa

[Hook x2]