Respect The Falllen

Intro

Grrah, grrah

Yeah...

Respect the dead, man.

No cap.

Verse 1

Ayy, how you laugh when a young life gone?

That shit ain't tough, that shit all wrong.

Talkin' on names just to chase that buzz,

Internet clout got 'em drunk as fuck.

They yell "smoke this" like it's all a game,

Whole world watchin', still feel no shame.

I'm sayin' respect, I ain't preachin' hate,

Too many moms gotta cry this way.

Pre-Chorus

Damn... this shit gotta stop.

Y'all keep droppin' bars, but the pain don't stop.

Fuck the clout if it cost a soul,

Real ones know that's a heavy toll.

Chorus

Respect Notti, let the young boy rest.

Quit usin' names just to flex your chest.

If the bars got truth, then say that instead,

Don't build your hype off somebody dead.

Fuck all the antics, fuck all the games,

Real respect bigger than internet fame.

Verse 2

Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter, TaTa, 41—

I'm callin' out the message, not startin' none.

If the music's fire, let the music speak,

Don't make dead kids the punchline each week.

This ain't no threat, this ain't no diss,

Just askin' why y'all glorify shit like this?

Fans copy everything they hear online,

Then wonder why the cycle never decline.

Bridge

Grrah... enough with the talk.

Every loss leave another heart shocked.

Fuck the trends, fuck the views,

Life worth more than headlines and news.

Outro

Respect the fallen, that's all I'm sayin'.

No matter the side, quit glorifyin'.

Real ones leave a legacy instead—

Long live the memories, let the dead rest.