Tribute to Q

I've been going through some things, I hope you understand I've been working towards a change, and be a better man Lately I've been trying to stand tall, that's just who I am But put my pride to the side, it's getting hard to stand Real niggas ain't supposed to die And they feel like real niggas ain't supposed to cry But when all my real niggas die How the f*ck you expect me not to cry Shit is getting hard, my nigga, I can't even try to lie I've been beating down so much right now, I'm finna fucking call the fight Dying inside, my heart is missing I lost my soul, with Kimmy's Soul, ain't got it in me To hear the news that my father trying to give me If I up and lose my mind, then Lord, please forgive me Now I lost my nigga, huh Fucking go figure, huh Everyone I seem to love, they keep fading from my pictures Rap game know him as Q-Dolo or R-N-O-Q The family call him lil' D and Quise, we know the real you I'm also praying for you, Faithy Know what you going through, cause when they took my fucking sister I could always talk to you And I love you, Ms. Trish, I'm also praying for you too And Quise, I'm praying for your babies You and your girl had your issues, but I'm praying for your lady It took me too long to fucking grieve, hope you don't hate me It done been like two weeks, and I don't do this lately And I don't think that you do, I hear your voice inside my head Telling me focus on this bread, and it sound just like you Always worry about somebody else Always worry about somebody else Better worry about your position, like, nigga, you tripping Why I hear you inside my head when I'm knowing that you missing Knowing that I miss you, you my nigga, that's for real Knowing right now if I need to, I would drill Knowing right now I would kill over them pills I can't believe a nigga killed you for them bills That's just what I say, nigga, and y'all out here selling that fake shit, nigga, y'all killing niggas Nigga, for some punk-ass money, nigga, y'all killed my nigga I've known that nigga since we was little, nigga Nigga, used to come to my daddy's house when we was little Shit break my heart, nigga It break my heart Love you, Quisee Love you, my nigga We all out cheering for you, nigga It's sad that, nigga, you had to go before It's like Love you, Quisee