Miss My Boyz

Ain't nothing in the world more expensive than free

It takes a whole lifetime to pay the cost of a G

My little homie done ten, but shit at least he alive

And all the niggas he came up with either dead or retired

And some inside, they still waiting parole

I pray my niggas hold they head where it's dark and cold

You can't win em all, that's what the old folks say

It's like trying to sweep leaves on a windy day

Take a look in the mirror cause it's all bout you

They say it's hard but it's fair, man it's sad but it's true

The first thing I learned was by adding and subtracting

You movie star niggas need to shol' quit acting

Bumps in the road I just used them for lessons

Getting a piece of mind, I considered them blessings

Ain't had a real clear thought up in a long time

It's a dark grind but a nigga still shine

I got a few homies gone and I miss my boys

We had a lot of good summers and I miss them toys

Is there heaven for a G, can a hustler make parole.

This fo' niggas in the streets steady loosing their soul (2x)

One mans lose is another mans gain

That's why you can't get trapped doing the same thing

Stop buying rims and cars just to feel betta

Cause the jewelry like to sin us niggas to foreva

Keep yo game tight like a bill cosby sweater

Put yo bread up, try to save all yo cheddar

U kno I miss my boys up in da summer time

I think about you everyday nigga I ain't lying.

We used to run like them getaway cars

Fast and hard tryna chase them broads

Seem like that nigga reggie ain't gone neva make parole

And I ain't seen my uncle since I was 12 yrs old

Screw died, Pat murderd Hawk got killed

I'm the last one left original that's real

Takes more than a song that's how I feel

So this is for my niggas that's trapped behind da steel