(Haha, you crazy, Jaywavy) If you ain't bailed him out he wouldn't have died when he died Still'll be alive Wasn't seein' eye to eye but he still was on our side, still was one of mines One who told me 'bout it, had to listen to me cry Tears of a thug Body deteriorating, all them years on these drugs Children of the slums Cookin' up a R. I. C. O I can feel it in my gut (Let the beat ride out, Ju) Stomach rollin' over, God knock on wood
It jammed on me last time, this chop' no good 'Til this paperwork double pack, he's not no good He ain't rock for the hood (Yeah) Sacrificial lamb, I did a lot for the hood It don't come with a trophy Forever this 'til they smoke me Hard to let it go 'cause this shit in me ain't on me I feel like 'til you slither you shouldn't mention the homie Get yo' rest gang, least you ain't up there lonely (Least you ain't up there lonely)
I'm still missin' y'all Wish there was a number I could call wish I could visit y'all Think about you on the daily Don't nobody suffer from your absence like your babies Deeply rooted in it like the Chaney's If I give my life to God is he gon' really save me? (Give my life to God, is he gon' really save me?) Niggas know I'm janky, sellin' drugs use to motivate me Now I'ma millionaire from 4th, niggas 'posed to hate me I don't mind I done dropped so many tears, I don't wanna cry Yeah, I'm through with that They tried to throw him forty years, nigga threw it back Looked his lawyer in his eyes, "What I'ma do with that? " Felt he was too relaxed Niggas dyin' every daily, I'm in tune with that And I'm bool with that long as it ain't HGM Cracked a seal, fell asleep in front of AMPM Real niggas left like I ain't need 'em, damn
It jammed on me last time, this chop' no good 'Til this paperwork double pack, he's not no good He ain't rock for the hood (Yeah) Sacrificial lamb, I did a lot for the hood It don't come with a trophy Forever this 'til they smoke me Hard to let it go 'cause this shit in me ain't on me I feel like 'til you slither you shouldn't mention the homie Get yo' rest gang, least you ain't up there lonely (Least you ain't up there lonely)
Hope y'all ain't forgot about me Sick to my stomach, it's gangster parties without me Tell Deezy what's happenin' I could picture Zoe pourin' technical in a Fanta David. A Perkins, reputable with that blammer Is it really a heaven? Nah, for real, for real Ain't believe it when they said it 'til I felt my dog spirit Ridin' by myself, but I swear to God he with me Talkin' back to me, am I hearin' what I'm hearin' or is it the drugs? I would've been left the streets if it wasn't for love Gave you all I had to give, it just wasn't enough Loyalty make you family, it's thicker than blood In lovin' memory, this for the thugs (Yeah)
It jammed on me last time, this chop' no good 'Til this paperwork double pack, he's not no good He ain't rock for the hood Sacrificial lamb, I did a lot for the hood It don't come with a trophy Forever this 'til they smoke me Hard to let it go 'cause this shit in me ain't on me I feel like 'til you slither you shouldn't mention the homie Get yo' rest gang, least you ain't up there lonely