I think you broke my heart again
Please don't leave, and take my hand
Drowning inside these walls of fear
Take my hand, and stay with me my dear

Like, grrah
Like, grrah, grrah, grrah
Everything for Dotty, nigga
(A-A-ATM on the track)
Niggas 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 niggas say, give a fuck if niggas don't like me
This my block, nigga, I was raised, born and raised
R.I.P. Dotty, R.I.P. Notti, everything for Dotty, nigga
Like, grrah, like, grrah

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 nigga solid, that young nigga 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 niggas 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

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

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 nigga solid, that young nigga 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 niggas 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

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, nigga
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, nigga
R.I.P. the bros