Letras
I miss your voice, baby I miss your voice
I miss your voice, baby I miss your voice
Close my eyes and squeeze just like I can hear your voice still (still)
Missing you sometimes, I call to listen to your voicemail (I just call)
Still send you messages and hope that you reply (I hope)
I'm hoping everybody die, I get to flippin' shit like Cartwheel
They'll stab you in your back to get a piece of the pie
A bitch will lie right to your face and have you thinkin' she shy
I'm tryna motivate these niggas like that skit from DeVry
And double back on them like cameras and I ain't been to Dubai
Like how you ridin' in a lemon but want Lulu
You know the truth only hurts when you with the Lulu
They listen to me on the street, shit, I'm a guru
I just went platinum in the ghetto just like Fubu
Practice black magic, we put them sticks on them like voodoo
I'm poppin', ain't nobody got a problem with it, you do
But just know I'ma ride for my niggas like the Zulu
If you die, they just gon' post a clip and tell them you got pew pew
Know it's a cold world but them shells hot, I'm shell shocked
I was on the shelf last year, shinin' like a bellhop
In my hood, you need a pistol just to check the mailbox
And feel plaque, still bang the hammer to the nail rack
If your mama livin', call her right now and tell her you love her
Remember you ain't never too gangster to miss and hug her
This shit been far from gravy but somehow I still feel smothered
It's mother's intuition versus ambitions of a hustler
The junkies in and out of this spot, I had grown accustomed
You gotta make them out of believers, these niggas stubborn
If you got it, then it's good, if not, then they be like, fuck you
My biggest downfall is I'd never leave my brother
I survived wars, most my niggas dead or in prison
They won't help you run it up, but they sure helpin' you spend it
Don't care who they got across, long as it kept them trending
And loneliness good for the soul, but I wouldn't recommend it
Picture me takin' a high road and I got tunnel vision