[Intro]

(I really like to use cash)

Y.N.S., young nigga shit

Aye, long live Nook man, it's still Nookworld y'know

I miss you, lil' bro

This shit hit home for real I think

This shit really hit home for real, I said-

[Verse]

I was in my feelings when they killed my nigga, on house arrest couldn't get his killa

I told my mama, I was done cryin', 'cause I swear i'm gone get him

And they said, "Slime what the hell you been on, boy you really need Ritalin"

And I said, "When my brotha' died, it had me in my feelings"

I ain't sheddin' tears no more

I'm ready to hit the road

I'm tryna' slide on everybody that had sum' to do wit' it

But I know [?], say what he wit'

And they been snitchin' on me, 'cause I had to send a damn blitz

Well, imma' ride dolo

Might ride in a stolo'

And i'm still screamin' YOLO

And still screamin', fuck the motherfuckin' feds

How you kill my damn lil bred'?

Yeah, cause I was on house arrest

But I do understand, when I get off that bitch, I am gon' spray that TEC

Devil in my mind, tellin' me "Cut off the ankle monitor, man"

But I couldn't fuckin' do it, 'cause my momma at home and she cryin'

And ten years later, they killed Nookie, and my uncle Marion

Had me gettin' a hunnid guns, had me thinking that i'm next

And I told my mama quit that cryin', cause everything a blessing

And you know I feel like Undertaker, I was damn wresslin'

'Cause, I turned evil

Imma' kill my people

And they told me, "Slime, why the hell you wanna retaliate?"

But I said, "They killed my momma son, boy i'm ready to catch a case"

Imma' boost my life insurance up

I'm 'bout to put a nigga on a shirt

And if they kill me, bury me in red

And if they kill yo' patna', you better go wet sum'

I miss you bro

You know I love you bro

We was Wanda sons

You know we very known

If I wasn't on that ankle monitor, yo' ass woulda been home

Smokin' russian creams, my mama was working at her nursing home

And that hurt my heart, bro, I couldn't slide for you

They woulda killed me, you woulda been ridin' wit' that tool

And I hope one day, you wake up, come upstairs and say, "Get out yo' room"

And mama cryin' for you bro, and I hope you know that we miss you too

[Outro]

Long live Nook, man

Y.N.S., young nigga shit

It's still Nookworld, baby

I love you lil' bro