[Intro]
Like, grrah
Like, grrah, grrah, grrah
Everything for Dotty, n***a
(A-A-ATM on the track)
N***as 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 n***as say, give a fuck if n***as don't like me
This my block, n***a, I was raised, born and raised
R.I.P. Dotty, R.I.P. Notti, everything for Dotty, n***a
Like, grrah, like, grrah

[Chorus]
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 n***a solid, that young n***a 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 n***as 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
[Verse]
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

[Chorus]
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 n***a solid, that young n***a 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 n***as 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
[Outro]
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, n***a
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, n***a
R.I.P. the bros