I Didn't Wanna Write This Song

(album: Born 2 Rap - 2019)

[DOM KENNEDY:]
Your son wonder when you coming home
I wonder why you couldn't make it home?
I wonder why they love you when you gone?
I wonder if they know how much they miss you?
Crenshaw, now they yelling, "Crenshaw"
Crenshaw, now they wearing Crenshaw
I wonder why they love you when you gone?

[Marsha Ambrosius (The Game):]
I wonder if you're there right now {Right now}
(Ayy, Dom)
I wonder
(Ayy, this classic shit, Dom)
I wonder f you're really listening to what I feel right now?
(This L.A. shit)
I wonder
I'm hoping give the peace that'll make 'em really care right now
(Throw them dubs up)
(One time for our nig)
But you're gone and it just isn't fair right now, right now
(We got the world lit)
On God, the work is never done
(We love you, Nip)
How could they die young? Used to be my son
Even when it waivers, the pain I feel is numb
Know that you were loved, yeah
I didn't wanna write this song

[The Game:]
Didn't wanna write it, so it's from the heart
Even brought your homie from Leimert park
Smoking papers on Vernon for the hurt
Reminiscing, you in black sand, built it from the dirt
Los Angeles, the gift and a curse
Focused on your neighborhood but you shifted the earth
You had the Staples Center packed like a church
Whole South Central put they hands on your hearse
I wonder if Heaven got a Slauson
You with Biggie and Pac, look at you, big at the bosses
Headed to a marathon, look at your nigga, he flossing
Your legacy untouchable like Armenian Crosses
On the days that I'm feeling exhausted, think about uncle Snoop at the funeral talking
This type of shit you don't see that often
Stevie Wonder singing, he can't even see your coffin

[Marsha Ambrosius:]
I wonder if you're free right now, yeah
I wonder if you're happy, are you living out your dreams right now?
I hope the angels are giving you your wings right now
The hardest things that I had to sing right now
Right now, right now
Oh, God
The best was yet to come
How could they die young? Used to the be sun even when it rains, yeah
Pain I feel is numb
You'll always be loved
I didn't wanna write this song

[The Game:]
Ayy, shit sound like it look
All the history you made, nigga, I could write a book
You had the Eight Treys walking with the 60s
I witnessed it all, you was right there with me
From Eritrea to South Central
From South Central to Brooklyn, look at what you been through
Mind over matter, yeah, it's all mental
But I still don't trust 12 when I see 'em in my rearview
Six years ago, I could of been you
Me and some of my old homies had the same issues
If I come, tell God to let me in
Give 'em the room next to Aaliyah with ESPN
You got years falling down the cheeks of Mexicans
You got a number in my phone I can't text again
And if they killed you, they could kill Game
But I don't mind dying if it's gon' bring real change

[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Say hi to the sky, now it's your turn to fly
Still we cry (Still we cry)
I wish I could have protected you there
Just say hi to the sky, now it's your turn to fly
Still we cry, cry, cry
Still we cry, yeah
Cry, cry
I cry
Didn't wanna write this song

[DOM KENNEDY (Marsha Ambrosius):]
Dear Rap game, we can't take no more losses
Thank you God for Nipsey Hussle
King of L.A., Slauson
Clap for 'em
Clap for 'em
Marathon Continues
(I didn't wanna write this song)