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[VERSE 1:
You was playin when you was you was ready,
I'm you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life
and wanted to leave it you were drinkin,
so I really pay it no attention,
you back to your crib and dropped you off
with the intention of gettin with this chick
I've offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,
I had to spit that cuz she was vicious,
I'm hoppin back on 6-10 the drop
On my way out to her house I noticing cops,
Somethin me to turn around and follow these dudes,
I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U
I get off where get off at
Well-familiar with these streets, this I came up at
Roadblocks, yellow tape, "a crime scene" say,
the f**k just happened? I just left this place...
I get out and started askin Frog, "What's up?"
Lookin at me dazed like, "Face, all f**ked up..."
I a little closer tryin to see who it is
and I saw his baby mama in tears his kids...

2]
And it was then it hit me
I'm here nervous as I can be
It was nothing that can prepare me for i'm finna see
I'm praying is a dream and i'm bout to awake
But the I got the more I realize fate
fair to change for me
And why would I so
My homie had a with death
He had to make
I'm eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape
By the time I get to the
rollin this away
I whats under this sheet, my knees get weak
To the point i had to take me a
shits deep
When they put a nigga down that you was around
What was once a minor turnin' major now
Never woulda in years that my homie was suicidal
Had it all money and kids and a wife that the bible
They say its and death in the slum
He had his I shoulda believed him
soul no longer breathin'
Hate to say it but this one been on my conscience
My nonchalantness just took a life some nonsense

3]
And everybody its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted
By the way the body was sitting, in the kitchen
Who coulda
But the detectives who was
Fucked up that the had to see dad in his position
All i was us doin what we did
To in these streets where we lived
We was kids growin up in this
but trouble
You either struggled or you
the bubble
Grade school til we dropped out, we had a
We was either finna be or die like a man
We did it all for the love of the hood, journey
seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney
I what was goin on
You shoulda said you was feelin' mad
I coulda talked you that
But never will i see you
Nor will kids
Nor will your family or your
Its the end
Not words I write in this song
Can right that
My nigga is gone and goes on