[Intro: Paul Wall]
Rest in peace Fat Pat. It's a wild world we livin' in man, gettin' crazier by the day. But don't get caught up in all the bullshit man, don't be a crash dummy for this shit man. You gotta stay solid out there man, you gotta hold on man. Sometimes you gotta get your smoke on to hold man. Do what you gotta do, stay strong out there. It's gettin' crazy
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Things are crazy in this life
Gotta get my smoke on, it's gettin' hard to hold on
Things are crazy in this life
Gotta get my smoke on, it's gettin' hard to hold on
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
They say we live in the last days
They killed Josh for a pair of J's
Too many dark days, gotta stay prayed
Hard times still gotta give God praise
I watched a brother die on Instagram
The day before I watched a brother die in my hands
Fourth of July in the fo'
Shots rang out and Screwball was on the floor
I say young man layin' in blood
I grabbed his hand and I prayed for God's love
His eyes rolled back as he took his last breath
Hard to hold on, Fat Pat said it best
I don't want to be another hashtag death
I wonder who's next, maybe you will be blessed
Prayers and love for every mother heart pressed
So much stress time for a smoke sess'
Oh yes
Rest in peace Fat Pat. It's a wild world we livin' in man, gettin' crazier by the day. But don't get caught up in all the bullshit man, don't be a crash dummy for this shit man. You gotta stay solid out there man, you gotta hold on man. Sometimes you gotta get your smoke on to hold man. Do what you gotta do, stay strong out there. It's gettin' crazy
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Things are crazy in this life
Gotta get my smoke on, it's gettin' hard to hold on
Things are crazy in this life
Gotta get my smoke on, it's gettin' hard to hold on
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
They say we live in the last days
They killed Josh for a pair of J's
Too many dark days, gotta stay prayed
Hard times still gotta give God praise
I watched a brother die on Instagram
The day before I watched a brother die in my hands
Fourth of July in the fo'
Shots rang out and Screwball was on the floor
I say young man layin' in blood
I grabbed his hand and I prayed for God's love
His eyes rolled back as he took his last breath
Hard to hold on, Fat Pat said it best
I don't want to be another hashtag death
I wonder who's next, maybe you will be blessed
Prayers and love for every mother heart pressed
So much stress time for a smoke sess'
Oh yes
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