Letter
I hate the fact that I couldn't be
The brother that you needed
I was too caught up in music
Shoulda realized you was grieving
But instead I was too selfish
After D died I felt helpless
Part of me died
I ain't see I
Left you in that water knee high
We ain't think bout repercussions
Every time we knew that we lied
We was always on some shit cause We ain't wanna get left behind
And I miss you
Wish that we could chill
You know I would hit rewind
First Ruthy may
After that was D
Now you
The hurt came three times
And I still haven't recovered
You know I loved you
Like a brother
Of course the pain remain
It stay the same
Don't think that shit gon change
Tryna deal with anger
Smoking gas
But all it build is rage
Wanna tell my bro
I climb that mountain
Conquered when I came
Through the pouring rain
Gotta keep my head up
When I pray
Dont do what I do
But listen close to everything I say
I seen niggas show love
And I had niggas show hate
But nigga karma is a bitch
And this lil bitch goes both ways
I can't lie and say that
I ain't never once make a mistake
I know it hurt you most
That faithful day
When bro passed
Through that gate
You would love him
Right or wrong
Bro I know that shit hit home
That's why I'm sorry
That I made you
Go through all that shit alone
Abusing percs when I got home
Sometimes I can't
Come to the phone
And it still hurts to light a blunt
And think how everybody gone
Everyone says stay humble
Hit the pad and make a song
I need some alcohol
A couple nips
And two rips out your bong
I need to feel this shit
Don't give a fuck
If they say I'm too gone
Go take a perc go on a trip
But usually it don't last too long
We had issues from the start
That's why I fuck her
With my mask still on
And you say you been running shit
To me boy
You ain't fast at all
Imma blow his shit back
I hit from deep
Like I play basketball
And when I feel like Kobe
I keep shooting I don't pass at all
But fuck all of that gang shit
You used to be my brother
Not just someone
I would hang with
You always kept it cool
But deep inside
You wanna flame shit
I picked you up and even tried to
Bring you to my show
Like fuck the streets
Lets go be famous
But you was focused on some opps That day
You even named em
You hopped out of my car
And on that day
I couldn't save you
You'll never understand
That shit still drive me crazy
We coulda went on trips
And now that's not even a maybe
I'll probly never get to see you
Find a wife and have a baby
I'll probly never get see you
Find a job and build a savings
You'll probably never get to tell me How these dumb bitches
Done blazed you
We'll probably never
Smoke and laugh
About how niggas tried to play us
You would never even know
You was more than just my bro
I woulda died for you
Slide for you
Roll down and let it blow
My feelings I won't let em show Instead I'll fuck some ghetto hoe
Just know I love you
We was taught to feel
But never let it show
Purple heart fuck that
I need a medal for this shit
With some snow
A bit of ice
I swear I'm ready for this shit
The brother that you needed
I was too caught up in music
Shoulda realized you was grieving
But instead I was too selfish
After D died I felt helpless
Part of me died
I ain't see I
Left you in that water knee high
We ain't think bout repercussions
Every time we knew that we lied
We was always on some shit cause We ain't wanna get left behind
And I miss you
Wish that we could chill
You know I would hit rewind
First Ruthy may
After that was D
Now you
The hurt came three times
And I still haven't recovered
You know I loved you
Like a brother
Of course the pain remain
It stay the same
Don't think that shit gon change
Tryna deal with anger
Smoking gas
But all it build is rage
Wanna tell my bro
I climb that mountain
Conquered when I came
Through the pouring rain
Gotta keep my head up
When I pray
Dont do what I do
But listen close to everything I say
I seen niggas show love
And I had niggas show hate
But nigga karma is a bitch
And this lil bitch goes both ways
I can't lie and say that
I ain't never once make a mistake
I know it hurt you most
That faithful day
When bro passed
Through that gate
You would love him
Right or wrong
Bro I know that shit hit home
That's why I'm sorry
That I made you
Go through all that shit alone
Abusing percs when I got home
Sometimes I can't
Come to the phone
And it still hurts to light a blunt
And think how everybody gone
Everyone says stay humble
Hit the pad and make a song
I need some alcohol
A couple nips
And two rips out your bong
I need to feel this shit
Don't give a fuck
If they say I'm too gone
Go take a perc go on a trip
But usually it don't last too long
We had issues from the start
That's why I fuck her
With my mask still on
And you say you been running shit
To me boy
You ain't fast at all
Imma blow his shit back
I hit from deep
Like I play basketball
And when I feel like Kobe
I keep shooting I don't pass at all
But fuck all of that gang shit
You used to be my brother
Not just someone
I would hang with
You always kept it cool
But deep inside
You wanna flame shit
I picked you up and even tried to
Bring you to my show
Like fuck the streets
Lets go be famous
But you was focused on some opps That day
You even named em
You hopped out of my car
And on that day
I couldn't save you
You'll never understand
That shit still drive me crazy
We coulda went on trips
And now that's not even a maybe
I'll probly never get to see you
Find a wife and have a baby
I'll probly never get see you
Find a job and build a savings
You'll probably never get to tell me How these dumb bitches
Done blazed you
We'll probably never
Smoke and laugh
About how niggas tried to play us
You would never even know
You was more than just my bro
I woulda died for you
Slide for you
Roll down and let it blow
My feelings I won't let em show Instead I'll fuck some ghetto hoe
Just know I love you
We was taught to feel
But never let it show
Purple heart fuck that
I need a medal for this shit
With some snow
A bit of ice
I swear I'm ready for this shit
Credits
Writer(s): Edward De La Cruz
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