[Intro]

Like, grrah

Like, grrah, grrah, grrah

Everything for Dotty, nigga

(A-A-ATM on the track)

Niggas ain't never forget about you, you heard?

Every day, I be thinkin' to myself, like (R.I.P Dotty)

I do this shit for you (Everything for Dotty)

Give a fuck what niggas say, give a fuck if niggas don't like me

This my block, nigga, I was raised, born and raised

R.I.P. Dotty, R.I.P. Notti, everything for Dotty, nigga

Like, grrah, like, grrah

[Chorus]

R.I.P. Dotty, I miss you a lot

I don't know how to feel, you left me in shock

Bitch, I was spinnin', tryna let it clap

You was the one that told me just to rap

Like, that nigga solid, that young nigga doley

He paved the way and he don't even know it

Fuck feelings, don't fuck with emotions

Bitch, I was broke and had to get some motion

And I know what we been through, that lil' shit was dumb

I showed up when niggas ain't want me to come

If you in the streets, you better keep your gun

Bitch, I'm Rundown gang, I could never run

Like, grrah, like, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

And I 'member them days I was starvin'

Now I'm a star, I made it out of Harlem

[Verse]

I'm still missin' Notti, I'm still missin' Dotty

If you get to dissin', I'ma go catch a body

I 'member them days I was stealin' out cars

Now I got racks, I can slide in a 'Rari

I love my mama, I told her I'm sorry

Antisocial, I don't like to party

I wish you was here, we could roll up our Marley

[Chorus]

R.I.P. Dotty, I miss you a lot

I don't know how to feel, you left me in shock

Bitch, I was spinnin', tryna let it clap

You was the one that told me just to rap

Like, that nigga solid, that young nigga doley

He paved the way and he don't even know it

Fuck feelings, don't fuck with emotions

Bitch, I was broke and had to get some motion

And I know what we been through, that lil' shit was dumb

I showed up when niggas ain't want me to come

If you in the streets, you better keep your gun

Bitch, I'm run down gang, I could never run

Like, grrah, like, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

And I 'member them days I was starvin'

Now I'm a star, I made it out of Harlem

[Outro]

I 'member them days I was starvin'

Now I'm a star, I made it out of Harlem

I'm still missin' Notti and Dotty, nigga

I'm still missin' Notti and Dotty

Like, R.I.P. bro

Like, R.I.P. bro

(A-A-ATM on the track)

It's Blockwork, bitch

Like, grrah, like, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, nigga

R.I.P. the bros