I think you broke my heart again Please don't leave, and take my hand Drowning inside these walls of fear Take my hand, and stay with me my dear 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? I be thinkin'— 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 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 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 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 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