To The Moon Freestyle
» Intro: Sam Thompkins «Sit by myself, talkin' to the moon
» Verse: Foolio «Just lost Mitch, on 8, ain't shed one tear
Numb to the pain, been through everything
I'm built for war, it is what it is
Spinnin' and spinnin' and spinnin' and spinnin'
I can't go to sleep, I need somethin' killed
Sippin' this drank and smokin' this stank
Askin' God, "Is my heart gon' heal?"
Like damn, lil' boy, how you slip?
You was the one went on all of the hits
Thinkin' 'bout you while I'm loadin' my stick
Forever young shiner, this shit got me sick
It's crazy, you was just finna have a daughter
On 8, you was gon' be a wonderful father
I'ma let her know that her daddy was one of the realest niggas, ever from Jacksonville, Florida
I was outside with the killers
Standin' on business 'bout all of my members
Shit get cold in the summer, bet my Glock make it hot in the winter
(Bop, bop, bop) Keep spinnin'
'Bout Mitch, we standin' on business
Paint the whole city 'bout Bibby
(Bow, bow, bow) Get low
Glock 45 gon' blow
He ran on his brother, he left his bro
Nigga you left you mans
Call up Cracka he gon' **** like a fan