I Miss You

(I really can't believe)

We did this for the city

(Bitch)

Just for the city

I'm so alone

Alone, alone

I miss you

You never miss a good friend

Never miss a good friend

'Til it come on

'Til it come on

I'm so alone

Alone, alone

I miss you

You never miss a good friend

Miss a good friend

'Til it come on

Ooh yeah

I'm so alone

We used to sip on that drank, and smoke out 'til we fall

But I'd give up all that bullshit if I could get back my dawg

'Cause my **** was a real one, far from the fake

Bonafide hustler, grind every day

We ain't sweatin' no ho, we was gettin' that dough

'Cause the money was the only thing a **** ever chased

It's sad to say, but no sadder day

Than when I got that call that Saturday

Say my **** got killed, man, his blood got spilled

Well, they took a good ****, they ain't have to take

These streets ain't safe, that's why I stay

Strapped up with it every goddamn day

I miss my **** every goddamn day

T-shirts with a picture of your goddamn face

Real street **** with a real big heart

But **** wanna hate him 'cause he drive big cars

My **** stayed fresh, blowin' on nothin' but the best

With a nice ice piece 'round his neck

I pray to God my **** have peace while he rest

That shit hurt my heart when I heard that he left

Streets ain't got too many real **** left

'Cause these **** too scared to keep it real with theyself

They shot from the right, he fell to the left

I wish I was there when he yelled for the help

Funny how a **** live right all his goddamn life

Overnight, it can fall to the left

But GD I rep, all of my gangstas, heavy

Still rest in peace Lou Reggie

My cousin Nookie up there with Big Tookie

Now two **** crippin' in heaven

I'm so alone

Alone, alone

I miss you

You never miss a good friend

Never miss a good friend

'Til it come on

'Til it come on

I'm so alone

Alone, alone

I miss you

You never miss a good friend

Miss a good friend

'Til it come on

Ooh yeah

I'm so alone

Damn, I miss my partner

I miss my hero

Still don't know who shot him

But y'all ain't even have to kill him

My homie the realest, every time you seen him

Only ever talked about his mama and his children

Worked two jobs, plus he went to school

When times got hard, he was trappin' out the building

My **** was free-hearted, anything you wanted from a partner

Ask for him, shit, he'll give it

He don't even drink, hit the club buyin' ten bottles

Pass 'em all 'round to his ****

Everybody peeped him, how he treated everybody equal

How he had love for his people

Throw a **** money, he don't even ask for it back

Matter of fact, tell a **** go'n keep it

Y'all so facetious, I don't understand y'all dudes

Take a **** kindness for weakness

Pooh Nana dead, y'all **** shot him in the bed

While he was layin' down sleepin'

The whole city's speechless, young **** dyin' over beef shit

None of y'all really wanna be shit

I'm mad at the OGs 'cause the OGs never tell the young Gs

Get your mind off that street shit

That's why I keep this chopper on the seat right next to me

Never know when I might need 'em

It start at home, I got six kids of my own

If I see 'em doin' wrong, I'ma beat 'em

I wanna live long, sittin' on the porch at home

With my grandkids chillin' with my feet up

Shit, fuck cancer, and that's from Willie, Van, Thomas

Lashanti, mama, and Keta, fact

Alone

Alone

I miss you

You never miss a good friend

Never miss a good friend

'Til it come on

'Til it come on

I'm so alone

Alone, alone

I miss you

You never miss a good friend

Miss a good friend

'Til it come on

Ooh yeah

I'm so alone