| Why the fuck did your your ass have to go and get knocked | |
| Now, you got me on the phone, straight talkin' to the cops | |
| Tryin' to verify your government, they got you now, they lovin' it | |
| They wanna hang that ass, couldn't get you in the past | |
| Though I can't see your problem, you was still young at the time | |
| Did a lot of older things, you was ahead of your time | |
| Never told you to slow down, resee your crown heights, you wild | |
| All I could say was be careful, give you a dap to bounce | |
| Shit that you went through, watched the drama amount | |
| Gave a fuck 'long, you wasn't part of the body count | |
| Now, I feel guilty, half the blame of your incarceration | |
| Till the intervene when you first started catching cases | |
| Fuck to this, dunn, now you in there | |
| Gotta hold it down, you mother's only son | |
| And I'ma ride for you, baby 'cause a lot of it is still love | |
| I'm still there when you get home, | |
| I'ma be there | |
| You gotta(Hold on) | |
| And no matter(How long) | |
| And it seems(So long) | |
| You gotta(Hold on) | |
| And no matter(How long) | |
| And it seems(So long) | |
| You gotta(Hold on) | |
| And no matter(How long) | |
| And it seems(So long) | |
| You gotta(Hold on) | |
| And no matter(How long) | |
| And it seems(So long) | |
| I can't believe they got my dunn, it feel like my fault' | |
| Cause I fronted you that money to get that dough | |
| Any man's ain't accountable for they action | |
| Still and all | |
| I feel responsible for you being gone | |
| I hit the mall 'till it happened, | |
| K.A. now and then | |
| Just so you can live and keep your little cosmetics | |
| In that five years, it was a little dough we made | |
| Out of sight, out of mind, naw dog, it's not me, | |
| I miss you | |
| You on my mind daily | |
| Even though | |
| I scribe to a nigga, really, you feel me? | |
| Trying to get my shit together | |
| So you could be proud, when you touch down | |
| We got businesses to run now | |
| Peep it back how we used to run up in a nigga's house | |
| On some pety crime shit, boy, we was not playin' | |
| On occasion, | |
| I still check ya, brotha 'til the end | |
| Black and bone crazy ass | |
| Reading ya letters, | |
| I see you ain't losin' ya sense of humor | |
| Talkin' to you on the phone made my day cooler | |
| Tellin' me, how you'll deaf to see your nose out | |
| You need to bring your black ass home and cut that bullshit out | |
| I could remember me and killa | |
| Would test our new guns in the projects' | |
| Cause that's where police won't come, iller | |
| GMy nigga 'till death do us | |
| You almost home, until then hold ya head, dunn | |
| You gotta(Hold on) | |
| And no matter(How long) | |
| And it seems(So long) | |
| You gotta(Hold on) | |
| And no matter(How long) | |
| And it seems(So long) | |
| You gotta(Hold on) | |
| And no matter(How long) | |
| And it seems(So long) | |
| You gotta(Hold on) | |
| And no matter(How long) | |
| And it seems(So long) |
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