[Intro: Tarek]

Yeah! TNL (that’s right)

This one goes out to everyone we lost (shout out to everybody)

We miss y’all (rest in peace)

Rest in Peace to my boy Josh O’Keefe (Eastside legend!)

Real motherfucker from Battle Creek, Michigan (long live Josh)

We miss you my boy (come on)

This one’s for you! (Yeah)

[Chorus: TNL]

Rest In Peace to who’s not here

We pray for y’all n shed a tear (big stepper like O’Keefe was)

Ball in Heaven with the real

See ya when I see ya still

Big stepper like O’Keefe was

Big stepper like O’Keefe was

[Verse 1: Tarek]

Now here’s a lil story bout my boy O’Keefe

Real mother fucker straight up outta Battle Creek

Always had the blicky cuz he in n outta beef

Took shots like he 50, Josh was really in these streets

Legend on the east side, always in a clean ride

Servin all the fiends high, Remy sippin tree guy

A player to the hoes n always loyal to the bros

Kept his money all in rolls, new J’s always on his toes

Late one night he was out at a party

I’ll tell you this story but it ain’t 'Lodi Dodi'

He had a bitch drive, I found that surprising

She lost control of the whip, while they were driving

*Car crashing

Meak Dogg hit me with the mother fuckin news

Almost dropped my coffee on my brand new Nike shoes

A tear fell from my eye, damn we really lost my guy

So much he survived, before he had to take that ride

Damn, it’s hard for me to really understand, how my man

Had to die when he was doin all that he can

As I cry I look up to the sky in Ray-Bans

But who am I to question God’s divine plan?

[Chorus: TNL]

Rest In Peace to who’s not here

We pray for y’all n shed a tear (big stepper like O’Keefe was)

Ball in Heaven with the real

See ya when I see ya still

Big stepper like O’Keefe was

Big stepper like O’Keefe was

[Verse 2: Luss]

I’m from an era where we used to throw them hands (80’s baby)

Bottle of that Grey Goose, Welch’s grape juice in a can (mix it up)

I rather toot some bam, I chop it up and snort a gram

So important it’s imported from the porches of my mans

Cool as a fan but I don’t really give a fuck about you fam

Rappers miss me, understand, I’m Jadakiss (Ahhaa) y’all Killa Cam

Man and y’all gon be like damn he hotter than Afghanistan (I’M HOT!)

Then I Panoram the cannon pan just like a camera man (brrrahhhh)

Yeahhhh.. ughh!

Big Steppa like O’Keefe was (RIP)

Ima stick the weapon where ya teeth was

Street buzz, Battle Creek flood like a leak does (we everywhere)

East love on the block hold it down like Meek does (EASTSIDE)

Mack strapped, liquor sto’

Lick it like a chicken bone (hands up)

Stick up blicky in ya nose

Run ya wallet, shoes and O’s (run it)

Hammered, blown, animals

Ammo like I’m Rambo tho (strapped up)

Blow me like a Campbell bowl (haha)

While singing Barry Mannilow

Mechanicals aimed at ya mandibles and a both ya clavicles

Bilaterals explode on all ya clothes look at the splatter go

A platter bro of broken scattered bones for all the chatter tho (watch ya mouth)

I’m mad my bro is gone, O’Keefe a legend, it don’t matter HOE! (Eastside!)

[Chorus: TNL]

Rest In Peace to who’s not here

We pray for y’all n shed a tear (big stepper like O’Keefe was)

Ball in Heaven with the real

See ya when I see ya still

Big stepper like O’Keefe was

Big stepper like O’Keefe was