| And this whole motherfuckin' shit is for my big brother man
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| This for my motherfuckin' family man, this for them
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| You know, them
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| (Kid)
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| Yeah, them motherfuckin' kids, nigga
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| You see what I’m saying, man
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| Long live G
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| This one right here for Shanyah
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| Trust me, I know it ain’t easy to see what you seen
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| And I hate that you saw it
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| Just call me whenever you need me
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| You gotta be strong, hold it down for yo momma
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| Azuri and Miyah and Niko, we can’t let 'em not hold it down for Mysiah
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| Aye big bruh, what the hell you was thinking
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| I dedicate this one right here to Shanyah
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| Trust me, I know it ain’t easy to see what you seen
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| And I hate that you saw it
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| Just call me whenever you need me
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| You gotta be strong, hold it down for yo momma
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| Azuri and Miyah and Niko, we can’t let 'em not hold it down for Mysiah
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| Aye big bruh, what the hell you was thinking
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| I dedicate this one right here to my momma (Long live G)
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| Cried in my arms in the room, we stood over your body
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| I can’t shake this one here, it’s too much for a nigga
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| What the fuck we do to leave us like this?
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| Shit, what you had on you?
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| The fuck made you always feel like you was doing somethin' wrong?
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| Shit, we thought you was on it, and now ya lil son, he still crying for you to
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| come home
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| He don’t know that it’s over
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| You ain’t know my shoulder was something that you could cry on
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| If you ever was lonely, I’m yo baby brother, so this shit fuck with me bad
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| I lost more than a homie, can go to the bank right now, take out like ten
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| million cash
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| But I don’t even want it
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| This one right here for Shanyah
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| Trust me, I know it ain’t easy to see what you seen
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| And I hate that you saw it
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| Just call me whenever you need me
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| You gotta be strong, hold it down for yo momma
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| Azuri and Miyah and Niko, we can’t let 'em not hold it down for Mysiah
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| Aye big bruh, what the hell you was thinking
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| I dedicate this one right here to my momma
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| Yeah you know we Miss Linda sons, nigga
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| Handsome ass niggas, momma always bragging how her sons get the bitches
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| Momma so nice to 'em, fall out with the girl, momma still friends with 'em
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| Ma, they hurt ya son feelings
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| Momma don’t care if her son sell soap
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| Momma still pulling up to come support her son business
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| And momma you the reason that my heart like this
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| Reason why my songs on the chart like this
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| You ain’t never need a nigga, you the one gave me the hustle
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| You ain’t never like us fighting, always told us we was brothers
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| Wish I could tell my brother that I love him
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| (Long live G, nigga)
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| Wish I could tell him that I never gave a fuck about the money
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| This one right here for Shanyah
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| Trust me, I know it ain’t easy to see what you seen
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| And I hate that you saw it
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| Just call me whenever you need me
|
| You gotta be strong, hold it down for yo momma
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| Azuri and Miyah and Niko, we can’t let 'em not hold it down for Mysiah
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| Aye big bruh, what the hell you was thinking
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| I dedicate this one right here to my momma |