(Aye, listen)
Woke up in the morning like my socials are mad
I'm getting message after message, man they say you got stabbed
I'm sayin' fuck off, why they cappin', babe you come off my snap
But my mind was going crazy calculating like math
I'm seeing your face, R.I.P, seeing your name
Everyone's mean, my heart just broke, it's different pain
I swear we spoke yesterday, I scream in vain
This can't be real, it must be fake
Slapping myself, telling me to wake up
It's only a dream, it's fake, faker than makeup
Punching all the walls, got me losing my voice
I beg you look in to my eyes, see I'm more than the street
I heard the calls like, ask him if he heard the news
Saying that did we sat in silence, called we both bruised
I'm feelin' lifeless, I'm laying on the floor
Cus' your face is on the news and makes me sick to the core
YS, this is a letter to you
I'm thinking of the good times, that we've been through
I'm thinking of the bad times, that we got through
I just want you to know, that I love you
I said, YS, this is a letter to you
I'm thinking of the good times, that we've been through
I'm thinking of the bad times, that we got through
I just want you to know, that we love you
I know I can't sing, G I'm more than shit
But you can sing like an angel, man your voice was special
And I told you this before, you're the best thing I knew
You used to fun and tell me no, but ye you set that level
On the thought to early hours, 9 A.M I'm feeding cats
Outside, my day is bugging, call you when I get gapped
Cus' that's my lil' bro, over the years I've watched him grow
And now I'm traumatized from all this pain, the shit you wouldn't know
Don't get me started, used to stay up playing monkey
Trolling all those Americans, shit we find it funny
It's the little things, cracking jokes and always jumpy
I think my eyes are tearing up, my throat is getting lumpy
It's so hard, reminiscing 'bout the past
I'm sitting in the dark, man I wish you'd never passed
Only 16, had a dream and living large
You and I throwing cards, now we're left with battle scars
YS, this is a letter to you
I'm thinking of the good times, that we've been through
I'm thinking of the bad times, that we got through
I just want you to know, that I love you
I said, YS, this is a letter to you
I'm thinking of the good times, that we've been through
I'm thinking of the bad times, that we got through
I just want you to know, that we love you
Bro I ain't done yet, three minutes ain't enough
You're forgetting my tag MK, came from you
You gave me that, used to call me that, this was way back
And you was there for me when I was trash, and I've made tracks
My biggest fan, I could've quit, but you kept me going
Carried MK out, but you told me "MK keep it showing"
Them and every fucking human being in this world that MK's gonna' make it
So for you, Imma' keep em' going
YS, this is a letter to you
I'm thinking of the good times, that we've been through
I'm thinking of the bad times, that we got through
I just want you to know, that I love you
I said, YS, this is a letter to you
I'm thinking of the good times, that we've been through
I'm thinking of the bad times, that we got through
I just want you to know, that we love you
July the 7th, happy birthday lil' bro, rest in peace, I love you