Letter To My Homie

Ay Ay Ay Look Just got the call they killed my dog so how the f*ck I'm 'posed to feel Tryna stay up out the streets but all a youngin know is kill Got youngins on the corner and they serve that shit for real And got some youngins up the road and they got a lot of years My mama preaching to me, She don't understand this pain She don't understand this life and she don't understand this game She don't know the shit I lost and she don't know the shit I gained And she don't know I'm fucked up but she don't know I'm tryna change I remember all those days we used to stand up on that block Remember all those nights we used to ride and slide on opps Remember all those licks and when them niggas sent those shots But the night that shit changed was the night that you got shot I never question God but I just wanna know why We had a lot planned so why the f*ck he let you die My heart is full of pain so you know that I'm tryna slide And if I ever see them niggas, yea somebody gotta die See this is real life and all facts, this ain't no capping If I was there that night you know that shit wouldn't have happened If I was by your side, them niggas wouldn't have caught you lacking F*ck those niggas you was with cause they ain't ride and that shit tragic Dare Ave lost a real one How the f*ck we 'posed to heal I seen your mama cry and that shit just gave me chills That shit just had me mad and ready to jump up in that field But I remember what you told me, "Grind hard and chase those mils" Ay But I'm just talking to you, Can you hear me I know this shit getting real deep but I know that you feel me I hope you know you hurt me nigga but this is the real me Ima make them feel me Them niggas gotta feel me Them niggas really killed my dog so Ima make them feel me I'm just talking to you can you hear me I know this getting real deep but I know that you feel me