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MY LOC
They say don't question God But damn, how you take my best friend, my nigga... We was mad poor Best friend that I
could ever ask for We going global, nigga, I
begged you to get your passport Ironic we survived the
Survival, was just our last tour We asked each other questions, I
just wish I
would've asked more I
ain't met a
soul that had more heart than my nigga I
hear your voice but I
can't talk to you, nigga I'm feeling awful, my nigga Looking through your pictures, awkward, my nigga Before a
foreign, used to walk with my nigga I
played the
park with my nigga Butch apartment, we was bagging up grams Jamaica Ave, we paid a
dollar for Vans Always acknowledge your fan Meech know I
love him, Mel know I
love him too Toya know I
got her forever, that's what a
brother do It was me, you, Pooch and Mack We ain't know they face, we asking "who was that?" I
was selling sour, y'all was moving crack How many niggas you know get shot and shoot 'em back? Every venue felt your pain every time that you would rap You was my Loc, I
used to argue with you We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I
started balling with you The
whole hood cried when you died, that's what you call official Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I'll always miss you You was my Loc, I
used to argue with you We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I
started balling with you The
whole hood cried when you died, that's what you call official Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I'll always miss you Forever my nigga Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I'll always miss you (know I'll always miss you, I'll always miss you, I'll always miss you) How you leave me, Loc? Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I'll always miss you (know I'll always miss you, I'll always miss you, I'll always miss you) Damn The
whole hood cried when you died, that's what you call official (call official, call official, call official) Really can't believe this shit We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I
started balling with you From the
dirt, I'm so lost without my Loc Can't stop thinking 'bout you, nigga, I
keep coughing up the
smoke Never ducking, no hiding, you would offer nigga smoke Ain't nothing change, I'm thinking back to when we all used to broke How you leave me, Loco? In Checc crib, you and Momo When you was on the
run, ain't take no photos I
went to see you in Pennsylvania, you pulled up dolo You had a
fiend acting like a
Uber I
said "That's my nigga, Shooter" We was low though Hate Me Now drop, we doing promo I
was drinking lean and you were telling me to slow down We was in Miami with Zoey, look at the
Loc now We was going up, the
hoes the
only thing that go down Now I
gotta live without my brother Closest nigga to me when I
had to get it out the
gutter When niggas shot Pooch, you was there When Ruger grazed my leg, you was there We was gang, we ain't care I'm looking at your pictures just crying, Kairi keep asking me "Daddy, why you sad?" "I'm tryna deal with this tragedy," I
really can't imagine you split You used to pull up to the
crib when I
was rapping with Piff You was there when I
blew thirty racks on my wrist Them quarter pounds landed, you would help me package the
shit I
was so proud to know my Crip was rapping and shit Give him some time, he would've mastered this shit I
remember Jungle signed you Niggas showing fake love, don't let it blind you That's what I
tried to tell you, them niggas starting to smell you If they can't hop on your train, try to derail you It'll never be the
same, my nigga, you was my heart You was my Loc, I
used to argue with you We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I
started balling with you The
whole hood cried when you died, that's what you call official Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I'll always miss you You was my Loc, I
used to argue with you We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I
started balling with you The
whole hood cried when you died, that's what you call official Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I'll always miss you Really my nigga, my brother Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I'll always miss you (know I'll always miss you, I'll always miss you, I'll always miss you) Fades, the
devils, shootouts Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I'll always miss you (know I'll always miss you, I'll always miss you, I'll always miss you) Ran around the
world, my nigga The
whole hood cried when you died, that's what you call official (call official, call official, call official) How the
fuck I'm 'posed to do it now? We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I
started balling with you You was walking to my crib dropping Glocks off We from the
projects where they yellow taping blocks off We wasn't doing shows, we was making drop-offs Niggas on your dick when you gone, they need to hop off I
can't believe I'm making this song In your eyes, I
was never wrong If you had problems then it's forever on You was there when I
cried for Freaky You was there when I
cried for Mugga, when nobody never see me You was right there, I
got that text and I
lost my mind I
just seen you, nigga, we was just texting, chatting online You told me you was tough and I
believed you Nigga shot you five times, you walked it off so I
believed you Rest in peace to Hardy, Ruger Don, Free Rav I
can't even count all the
product that we bagged I
can't even count all the
bitches that we bagged I
can't even count all the
niggas you got sad Dirt Gang, nigga You was my Loc, I
used to argue with you We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I
started balling with you The
whole hood cried when you died, that's what you call official Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I'll always miss you You was my Loc, I
used to argue with you We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I
started balling with you The
whole hood cried when you died, that's what you call official Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I'll always miss you Still outside, nigga Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I'll always miss you (know I'll always miss you, I'll always miss you, I'll always miss you) No turning back Forever on my mental, my Thut, just know I'll always miss you (know I'll always miss you, I'll always miss you, I'll always miss you) From the
dirt, from the
dirt The
whole hood cried when you died, that's what you call official (call official, call official, call official) Harlem Mafia, Thuuta We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I
started balling with you (I started balling with you, balling with you, balling with you) I
love you, that's it
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