Even though you may not be here physically you still walk with me Even though I can't hear your voice I still feel your guidance everyday Every breath you take every move you make that's what you say while you're watching me Throughout the day and even when I sleep When my flesh makes me weak, you see the God in me Forcing me to be what I'm destined to be Damn near feel like you're carrying me At times when I felt like I would drown you pulled me back to the surface Nurture my heart with words of encouragement Told me shit like, “You too good for that” Patted me on my back to congratulate me and show me what it really meant to be to be myself And now I feel like I can fly, the same way you fly I know one day our paths will collide again I ain't trippin' I got shit to do and you got more miracles to work too And you can do way more where you're at than where you were You ain't have to leave here, but you did You knew your purpose was bigger and you accepted it And for that, I'll always thank you I be acting tough, but I miss you though Crackin' jokes and shit I even still got that video of you and Bash when we came to see you a while ago And even though you may not be here physically When shit gets tough and I don't know who to call And I feel like I can't take no more And there's no one else on the road You still walk with me
Started losing friends too early Maybe seventh grade, B Leu was like my brother They shot him in his head Invite him to my birthday party He the only one that came I never knew from that day I'd never be the same Early mornings watching news I seen another murder Seventh grade middle school, just to show me a burner Jasmine's cousins wanted to jump me because I made her cry Wasn't before the year was over one of them nigga died Eighth grade for some reason I was desensitized Ninth grade I moved away to live another life My mom sent me to high school on the other side ‘Cause when Greg got killed she was traumatized Houser was the fuckin' man when he was alive Taught us everything we know about gettin' fried Teff was young and dissing from the city So they felt like they had to come through and slide My Uncle Mon P was a younger nigga All I ever did was have fun with him I can't imagine nigga having beef with him It's fucked up my son didn't get to meet him
So many lanes, so many riders so many things with family ties Mainer got killed over a chick he was right beside When OG passed away, I was so surprised Was on the road with Chevy when I heard Ray died When Evan got killed I knew shit wasn't right I could still see the look in his sister's eyes They shot Wapo in his head the day that he signed Not to mention my brother, felt like my heart died No pride, no Mac Miller, the whole ride When Nip passed away, I fasho cried A lot of pain, but I don't even show it Nigga probably didn't even know that I got all these damn homies
So many lanes, so many riders so many things with family ties So many lanes, so many riders so many things with family ties Sledg was like my big brother Used to pull up for beats Used to hear me in that Bonneville all the way up the street He put me on the game, he had all the freaks Taught me how to dress, but showed me shit wasn't sweet Chevy was older than me, didn't know that we would meet I did a song at the studio with him and Freeze Used to be on the battle scene If anyone owed me money they had to talk to Breeze Not to mention he taught me lots of things Like how to clean up my circle, stay low from police S used to be the big homie till he made a diss song 'bout me Late nights in the studio me, him and Bo He was the sickest in the city, had the illest flow They had pounds of haze when was smoking dro Counted like ten stacks in front of me after school When Spitta came to scoop me up, he had the 2 I wasn't carrying, he said I had to have one too These in the city catch you when you passing through And I'll be damned if I don't do what I have to do I met Shipes at South By, he was hella cool He introduced me to DZA, now that's my man too Me and Krit went on our first tour I moved to Cali and met Big U Always smoking I would trick tricks since early days in Michigan This shit I don't say in my interviews A lot of love and ain't afraid to show it You nigga probably didn't even know that I got all these real homies
This one right here is for all my, all my, all my homies This one right here is for all my, all my homies This one right here is for all my, all my, all my homies This one right here is for all my, all my homies
Compositores: Bryan Lamar Simmons (Bruski Boi) (BMI), Cameron Jibril Thomaz (Cameron Thomaz) (BMI), Daoud Ayodele Miles Anthony (Daoud) (ASCAP), Lesidney Cheyenne Ragland (BMI)Editores: Daoud Made Music (ASCAP), ATV Music (BMI), Daremoly Music (BMI), W B Music Co (ASCAP), Wiz Khalifa Publishing (BMI)Administração: Sony Music Publishing LLC, Daremoly Music (BMI), W B Music Co (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #36911375 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM