Letter to 3

Man this shit ain't the same We lost you we lost the heart of the gang this shit don't feel right Tears falling gotta heart full of pain while you with God in yo second life we missing you In real life I look at pictures the messages all the videos thinking bout the Times onda9 we was Real tight And right or wrong It ain't never really matter even when you did wrong cause in My Eyes you know the fucking vibes I got that text and I was hurt At your funeral thinking like why the F*ck you in a hearse nigga Six feet we had to put you in the dirt You was the life of the hood man How they take You off the earth Nigga I got uncles that died I got a aunt Too and we ain't even blood and yo Death hit me the Worse nigga This shit hurt nigga A major heartbreak My mind racing I been trynna get my thoughts straight Big steppa 40 on you big weapon You was trynna leave the grass wet The opps ain't have to ask that But when you died the hood died Too Im on the book late at night Tagging you in post you can't reply To I'm throwing 3s til I freeze why you Leave This shit feeling make believe like Why the f*ck we lighting candles for You And 3 balloons to the sky cause you Then moved to the sky but get back You know that shit gotta get Handled for you Cause it ain't sitting right And never getting better But I love you my nigga I hope you Get this letter And day 1 shit you was hea when I Was richforever And ain saying Rest In Peace cause You gon live forever Got that call you was gon I was sick Used to be the peace maker Ain Trynna squash Shit now Nervous ass niggas always taking Pics if I had one wish I want yo Killers to get blicked Down You made it hard for us to handle life You petty in the after light you Raining at yo candle Light I can't describe what this hurt like Knowing you in heaven prolly trynna Race sum Angels ona dirt bike Messing up the gold roads Youngin wit a old soul Ion understand but the lord knows Crying with my door closed Trynna picture you wit wings And Ain write this for the streams Just to show how much you mean Nigga I go through pain but that's part of The game Lost you we lost the heart of the Gang this shit don't feel right Tears falling gotta heart full of pain While you wit god in yo second life We missing you In real life I look at pictures the messages all The videos thinking bout the times Onda9 we was Real tight And right or wrong it ain't never Really matter even when you did Wrong in my eyes you Was still right Big boy diamonds I'm that big boy Steppa nigga one thing bout me ima Step nigga