Long Live
No more caskets
No more funerals
No more friends and family dressed in all black
No more tears
No more "RIP's"
Fuck death!
I'm tired of all that
The good die young
It's all that we know
Sad to say, momma won't get to see her baby grow
And homeboy just had a kid a few months ago
Damn, RIP Solo
Firme Project Hood Loco
Tu Jefa tiene el corazon roto
Since she got the news from the popo
Tears dripping down on your photo
Now listen...
Spensa homie
I know it took me a minute
Stare at the clouds and see your spirit
To this game, you were committed
Can't believe you're gone
I wish it was nothing but a dream
To have you have back with your family
And the solid team
Running the calles, hitting them licks
Seems like yesterday we were just kids
Took your last breath and didn't open your eyelids
Chopping it up in heaven with the homie Biggs
Fuck, this is still a trip
Heart so icy, sometimes I feel like dying
Don't ask my why
I didn't get a chance to say goodbye
Can you hear the angels cry?
Can you hear the angels cry?
Trying not to cry
Gotta stay strong
Breaking down in the Stu just writing this song
Doesn't feel right
Shit feels wrong
By your daughters side is where you belong
Till we're reunited
I know it won't be long
How the hell do we move on?
Still can't believe you're gone G
Look over me and your family
Let your presence be known
When were posted by your headstone
Pour some liquor for the homies
The ones that are homegrown
Down ass G's
Representing the hood
Patrolling the streets
Always up to no good
You ain't coming back
We're still trying to find a way to cope
If heaven had visitation
Hop on the gyroscope
Heart so icy, sometimes I feel like dying
Don't ask my why
I didn't get a chance to say goodbye
Can you hear the angels cry?
Can you hear the angels cry?
Press rewind
Turn back the hands of time
And when I got the news
Didn't know what to do
I was confused
Lost in my thoughts
My mind and heart tied into knots
Forget you, not
Live and die by the gun was the path we chose to cross
My homie, my dawgs
May your soul Rest In Peace
Solo from the Project Hoods
Y Biggie from BTP
Shed a few tears but still keeping in G
Torn apart
When I look at your pictures
It breaks my heart
Esto no es normal
Maybe there is a heaven for a G
I know you're posted there carnal
No more funerals
No more friends and family dressed in all black
No more tears
No more "RIP's"
Fuck death!
I'm tired of all that
The good die young
It's all that we know
Sad to say, momma won't get to see her baby grow
And homeboy just had a kid a few months ago
Damn, RIP Solo
Firme Project Hood Loco
Tu Jefa tiene el corazon roto
Since she got the news from the popo
Tears dripping down on your photo
Now listen...
Spensa homie
I know it took me a minute
Stare at the clouds and see your spirit
To this game, you were committed
Can't believe you're gone
I wish it was nothing but a dream
To have you have back with your family
And the solid team
Running the calles, hitting them licks
Seems like yesterday we were just kids
Took your last breath and didn't open your eyelids
Chopping it up in heaven with the homie Biggs
Fuck, this is still a trip
Heart so icy, sometimes I feel like dying
Don't ask my why
I didn't get a chance to say goodbye
Can you hear the angels cry?
Can you hear the angels cry?
Trying not to cry
Gotta stay strong
Breaking down in the Stu just writing this song
Doesn't feel right
Shit feels wrong
By your daughters side is where you belong
Till we're reunited
I know it won't be long
How the hell do we move on?
Still can't believe you're gone G
Look over me and your family
Let your presence be known
When were posted by your headstone
Pour some liquor for the homies
The ones that are homegrown
Down ass G's
Representing the hood
Patrolling the streets
Always up to no good
You ain't coming back
We're still trying to find a way to cope
If heaven had visitation
Hop on the gyroscope
Heart so icy, sometimes I feel like dying
Don't ask my why
I didn't get a chance to say goodbye
Can you hear the angels cry?
Can you hear the angels cry?
Press rewind
Turn back the hands of time
And when I got the news
Didn't know what to do
I was confused
Lost in my thoughts
My mind and heart tied into knots
Forget you, not
Live and die by the gun was the path we chose to cross
My homie, my dawgs
May your soul Rest In Peace
Solo from the Project Hoods
Y Biggie from BTP
Shed a few tears but still keeping in G
Torn apart
When I look at your pictures
It breaks my heart
Esto no es normal
Maybe there is a heaven for a G
I know you're posted there carnal
Credits
Writer(s): Jafeth Ayala
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