| Aiyyo, what up Reese? |
| It’s been a minute since we last spoke
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| Side by side, in a circle round mad folks
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| We took it round each other wishing we were still close
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| But I’m grown and it’s tough for you to swallow
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| I know it hit you hard when your boys hit you
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| And your letters, I never answered back to
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| Even though life keep me racing like a track dude
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| I bailed out in your time of need
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| But you fucked me over in your time of greed
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| We from the same womb, what happened to the creed?
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| An unspoken word between you and I
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| J-B's for life, we ain’t supposed to cry
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| Remember after my first fight, we stayed up all night
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| Getting taught how to throw them thangs
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| If he defeat I, it’s the force you bring
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| Harassing Kevin after lunch for about a week
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| How did we get to the point when we would hardly speak?
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| Pulling up to the house, fresh change of sneaks
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| Big buckets, pants stay tight from the big duckets
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| We all loved it, I was so naive
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| Big brother kept me smiling, tricks up his sleeve
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| Had me facing claves, cases and stacks of threes
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| My God, it ain’t what it supposed to be
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| Barbeques, family and friends close to me
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| Aiyyo, I know we ain’t spoke in a while
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| It’s kinda foul cause a nigga getting older, ain’t no time for you now
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| Wishing you was right here so I could hold you now
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| (You're so far away from me)
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| Aiyyo, I know we ain’t spoke in a while
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| It’s kinda foul, cause you getting older and now I’m missing your smile
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| And we went our separate ways, ain’t no problems now
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| (You're so far away from me)
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| Cause one day we gon' still get down
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| We gon' still get down
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| Get-get-a-get-get down
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| Get-get-a-get-a-get-get down
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| Get to get, yo say, get to get down
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| One day we gon' still get down
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| (You're so far away from me)
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| Aiyyo, I know we ain’t spoke in a while
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| It’s kinda foul cause a nigga getting older, ain’t no time for you now
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| Wishing you was right here so I could hold you now
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| Cause one day, we gon' still get down
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| (You're so far away from me)
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| Check it, now what the deal baby? |
| I’m still here, still crazy
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| I’m real sorry we ain’t had a chance to chill lately
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| Or even talk as often now, congratulations
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| They telling me you almost walking now
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| Roads of life I’m crossing now
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| Can’t wait to get you back to NC so we can all get down
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| And get real tight, have you dressed up rocking the ill Nikes
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| Show you what a father is supposed to feel like
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| It’s been nights that I wake up thinking that I hear you
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| Back of my mind start feeling fearful
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| Thinking if the words I say are really getting to you
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| And when I hold you in my arms if my face look familiar to you
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| That shit is killing me dude, I pray that your eyes remember me
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| Black and white is all you can see in infancy
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| And eventually I’ll have you on some comfortable shit
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| Two parent income, Claire and Cliff Huxtable shit
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| But right now it’s all about this long distance
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| All I can do is get along with it, try and be strong with it
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| Fuck being long winded
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| Hearing you laugh is like music to my ears but the song ended
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| Me and your moms both missing your smile and all your silly faces
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| Even your hurl on our pillowcases
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| Goddamn it, this ain’t how life supposed to be
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| Cause baby boy, you should be close to me, now run it down
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| Yo, this one is for our peoples that is out there
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| We just want you to know y’all ain’t forgot there
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| Oh yeah, we hearing y’all, and yeah, we feeling y’all
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| (You're so far away from me)
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| And yo, this one is for my peoples that is out there
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| And Little Dil and Little Jordan ain’t forgot there
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| Oh yeah, we hearing y’all, and yeah, we feeling y’all
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| (You're so far away from me)
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| And yo, this one is for my peoples that is out there
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| Tyree R.I.P., you ain’t forgot there
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| And yo, I’m hearing y’all, and yeah, we feeling y’all
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| (You're so far away from me)
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| Say somethin' boo boo
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| Say somethin' else |