Right Time

I remember when Waylin texted me that they sending you home

Cuz the chemo wasn't working, no remission was shown

Like a candle in the wind you was a beacon of light

But now your wick is near its end, dog you fought a good fight

I started thinking bout the impact that you had on my life

Nigga STKHM would be dead without you shining so bright

I'm eternally thankful you treat Waylin so right

Introduced me to em and we clicked like some mice

When I came up out the closet I put music on hold

But Waylin put me into PRIMO cuz they knew we was cold

For the first time in my life I made shit that was bold

And couldn't give a fuck less about the numbers we sold