"The End" lyrics
Rest In Peace to Chester, life can really stress ya
Feeling low don't wanna take extreme measures
Pistol on the dresser, we don't need the lectures
Know you're hurting please Lord relieve the pressure
Trying to reason with the homie say he on the edge
He said he down bad, I had to loan him bread
Ain't gotta pay me back my nigga hold ya head
I know you feeling low but nigga know you're blessed
He looked at me and laughed said you don't know the half
He say he sick of living life's a fucking drag
I told him yeah I get it, you know that's a fact
Don't let it get you down just keep on pushing back
He looked at me and smiled and said my nigga bet
He dapped me up, he hugged me turned around and left
And then I call about my nigga's death
A self inflicted pistol wound inside his flesh, damn
Why the good ones gotta go, you had all of the love
Left his babies a note
They can't comprehend death nor the shit that you wrote
How you tell a 3 year old his daddy is gone
Traumatized see the pain in his mamas eyes
She just heard that her son just died
Ain't not words to be summarized
She was unadvised of your pain she felt undermined
What the fuck could I say to give you hope to live
Should've told you I love you before you left the crib
Now I'm haunted by things I wish I should've did
Got your message but I forgot to check the shit
Still hear your voice it's deep inside my head
Grab the phone just to hear the message that you left
Got a chill as I listened to your last breath
Hear the pain in your voice and this is what he said
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There's only one thing you should know
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
Rest In Peace to Chester
Life can really stress ya
Feeling low don't wanna take extreme measures
Pistol on the dresser, we don't need the lectures
Know you hurting please Lord relieve the pressure
Feeling low don't wanna take extreme measures
Pistol on the dresser, we don't need the lectures
Know you're hurting please Lord relieve the pressure
Trying to reason with the homie say he on the edge
He said he down bad, I had to loan him bread
Ain't gotta pay me back my nigga hold ya head
I know you feeling low but nigga know you're blessed
He looked at me and laughed said you don't know the half
He say he sick of living life's a fucking drag
I told him yeah I get it, you know that's a fact
Don't let it get you down just keep on pushing back
He looked at me and smiled and said my nigga bet
He dapped me up, he hugged me turned around and left
And then I call about my nigga's death
A self inflicted pistol wound inside his flesh, damn
Why the good ones gotta go, you had all of the love
Left his babies a note
They can't comprehend death nor the shit that you wrote
How you tell a 3 year old his daddy is gone
Traumatized see the pain in his mamas eyes
She just heard that her son just died
Ain't not words to be summarized
She was unadvised of your pain she felt undermined
What the fuck could I say to give you hope to live
Should've told you I love you before you left the crib
Now I'm haunted by things I wish I should've did
Got your message but I forgot to check the shit
Still hear your voice it's deep inside my head
Grab the phone just to hear the message that you left
Got a chill as I listened to your last breath
Hear the pain in your voice and this is what he said
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There's only one thing you should know
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
Rest In Peace to Chester
Life can really stress ya
Feeling low don't wanna take extreme measures
Pistol on the dresser, we don't need the lectures
Know you hurting please Lord relieve the pressure
