My Friend

Whatever you wanna do, I'm here I just told you, I just wanna get your two feet On the surface, yeah But if you wanna make some track, so then Run it down to me, ion Beezo, let's figure it out Know what's up, yeah Nigga ain't don't know no bullshit, fool Know what's up, on grape Jaye, I'm fucced up, cuz I'm really missin' my boy This a feelin' that a real nigga can't ignore hood date, we was slidin' in that white Aurora Right or wrong,that's my dog and I'm sliding for him Still remember the first day when you hit the feds Me and J Killa came together, make sure you was fed Forever game tight, nigga, I remember what you said We both bosses, but you the one that always led Poppin game from the day to the night We used to laugh at these hoes, sayin' these bitches ain't right Standin' tall on the bidness readin' people's they rights I f*ck with red bottoms, but them brown things was so tight Watts boys, it's a circle, fucc niggas, we can't let him in Said, f*ck the probation, we gon' sip this medicine Thought it was over, now I'm back on the drank again And it's fucc the law, I'm forever missin' my friend Thinkin' about my dog, I got me really missin' my friend My friend Even after death, nigga, we forever locked in Locked in Thinkin' about my dead homie, I been grievin She hurt me so bad, feel my heart bleedin I pray to God for a blessing, cause I need it We live to die, got me questionin' the reason What's the reason We had plans, never knew that's what it came to For all that free game you gave me, I thank you When them niggas switched up, you was the same you We did a day in that Maybach when I came through And we slid from the Jordans up to them hills You said, this how some baby locs is supposed to live I was takin' you with me when I got them M's They know I'm one of them niggas, how could I not be him And I'ma be there for your mom and sis like you would Gon' hold it down for you, nigga, me, Lz and Boog Me and Ty key reminiscin, blowin' woods I had the game plan for us to make it out the hood We came from long nights when we walked in feds yards When I came home, it was back-to-back and foreign cars Never thought the last talk would be our last call I'm so fucced up, man, I'm really missin' my dog Thinkin' about my dog got me really missin' my friend My friend Even after death, nigga, we forever locked in Locked in Thinkin' about my dead homie got me grievin She hurt me so bad, feel my heart bleedin I pray to God for a blessing, cause I need it We live to die, got me questionin' the reason Fucc everybody else's shoes, this Beezy Gang There's only one way to do this shit Get the money, live life, and ball forever And share the game with your folks Everything and everybody else that ain't with that movement, they in the way Oh yeah, everybody wanna ball But they don't wanna put the work in So I don't feel em, fucc em And we mature and grown already, man Only thing a nigga need to stop doin' is feelin' sorry for people Who wanna make excuses about bein' in the position they supposed to be in F*ck these people, on grape