Man... I still can't believe you gone my ****

I used to hustle in the rain like the Mobb Figgas

Rest in peace to the Jacka, I miss my ****

I just sit and reminisce 'bout past times

See the pain, look into my bloodshot eyes

We used to smoke and sip until the sunrise

Still trippin' like damn, my **** really died

You never know when it's your time

I'm just looking at the sky asking God why

Selling dope is cool, but rap is on my mind

It's hard to do 'em both and get my bread at the same time

Marty Mo Crime, that's my favorite Jack line

You was the illest **** in the Bay, no lie

I'm still trippin' on how time flies

Can't let life pass me by like the Pharcyde

I remember when we first met in '99

Y'all was working on the Mobb album at the time

Years passed, we cliqued back up in '05

When I had the studio at 9029

I ain't gon' lie, them was the days

Before the lean craze, we was smoking cat piss and purple haze

Rocking throwbacks and Coke white tees

The first song we did was Mob For Life, then Dope Fiend Beat

Never thought that I'd be saying rest in peace

I know you up there with Mac Dre and King Freak, my ****

I used to hustle in the rain like the Mobb Figgas

Rest in peace to the Jacka, I miss my ****

I just sit and reminisce 'bout past times

See the pain, look into my bloodshot eyes

We used to smoke and sip until the sunrise

Still trippin' like damn, my **** really died

You never know when it's your time

I'm just looking at the sky asking God why

'07, '08, We started hanging out tough

I used to hit the P every day and swoop you up

You showed me how to take the glue, line out the blunt

We got kicked out the Berkeley Spa smoking too much

The coolest **** that I knew, man, and that was the truth

Illest **** in the booth, no one was fucking with you

Used to hit me on the phone like, "What I gotta do?"

On my life, Ak, it'll never be another you

God, why you had to take my brother away?

Ramadan all month, we used to fast and pray

Taught me all about Islam, showed me the way

Pulled me up on real game, showed me how to get paid

Remember Haywood at the mini? So much fun

We did Gold Box too, we put our whole money up

Everywhere we went, the Mobb, you was throwing it up

It'll never be the same without you, we lost a real one

I used to hustle in the rain like the Mobb Figgas

Rest in peace to the Jacka, I miss my ****

I just sit and reminisce 'bout past times

See the pain, look into my bloodshot eyes

We used to smoke and sip until the sunrise

Still trippin' like damn, my **** really died

You never know when it's your time

I'm just looking at the sky asking God why

This song is dedicated to the Jacka

AKA Dominic Miller, AKA Shahid Akbar

You'll live on forever through your music

You will never be forgotten

We gon' keep it lit for you, Ak

We miss you, your family miss you

Man... it took me a while even to think about doing this song, man

Inshallah