| It’s been a while since I’ve seen your face
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| It’s strange, but, I can’t complain you’re in a better place
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| It ain’t a question; |
| I know you’re resting in heaven
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| Ask God to let you listen to me for a second
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| There’s some things that I wanted to say
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| Because for a while life wasn’t going your way
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| Then the next thing I know you were gone for good
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| Caught up in the cycle that plagues the hood
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| First niggas move the salt, then comes the crack
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| Mill laid him off, streets called him back
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| You always told me what drugs would do
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| That’s why I always looked up to you when nobody trusted you
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| I watched my favorite hustler turn into a customer
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| It killed me like a bullet to the jugular
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| I wish I could have stopped the bullet that hit you
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| I miss you until the day I’m with you
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| One more time
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| That’s all I need
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| Because it was never easy to let you go
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| I want you to know
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| I love you and I won’t forget you
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| Miss you till I’m with you
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| One more time
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| That’s all I need
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| Because it was never easy to let you go
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| I want you to know
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| I love you and I won’t forget you
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| Miss you till I’m with you
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| I flame the Jane
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| And 16 bars ain’t enough to explain the pain
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| I can drink a whole fifth
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| Burn a whole zip
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| When the high wears off the stress still exists
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| So, I get blitzed the whole day I never think twice
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| I’m guessing I should change my life
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| I don’t wanna get caught slipping and easily get my wig splitted
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| In my city, at any given minute, you can get it
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| I done lost a lot of homies over dumb shit
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| (unknown) I ain’t going out like no punk shit
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| Car accidents, terminal illness
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| That’s just something you gotta deal with
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| Rest in peace to my homies; |
| the lord called them home
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| Clay Shepard, Andrew Jones, and Little Raymon
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| You’re gonna live through the Gibbs
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| So, I’ll never forget you |