Текст песни lost ones - Chris Messan

I just wonder why all the niggas die young
Since I got a choice, I gotta make the right one
Got the people that I love telling me to lighten up
But you only live once, so I gotta tighten up
Shit done hurt my soul and they don't know how it cuts
Ain't learn how to cope, so we been tweaking off the drugs
Pour a drink or pop a perc, we do whatever for a buzz
All just not to think about the lost ones we loved
Yeah (hey, hey)
I said the lost ones we (wait, wait)
I said the lost ones we loved
Rip to the lost ones we loved
R.I.P, R.I.P

R.I.P to Nipsey, R.I.P to Juice
R.I.P my nigga, never thought it would be you
You supposed to be with me, late night riding in the six speed (in the six)
Can't believe I watched you grow and now you 6 feet (got me sick)
Sometimes I still call your phone to play the new shit
You always said that one day, I'd run up them blue strips
I wonder if you would be proud of a young nigga
I leveled up and got way better than I was, nigga
Elevated, but it's hard to celebrate it
Been faking smiles, acting like I wasn't devastated
But losing you just brought me pain, hurt my soul
No wonder why I hit the tree to keep me medicated

I just wonder why all the niggas die young
Since I got a choice, I gotta make the right one
Got the people that I love telling me to lighten up
But you only live once, so I gotta tighten up
Shit done hurt my soul and they don't know how it cuts
Ain't learn how to cope, so we been tweaking off the drugs
Pour a drink or pop a perc, we do whatever for a buzz
All just not to think about the lost ones we loved
Yeah (hey, hey)
I said the lost ones we (wait, wait)
I said the lost ones we loved
Rip to the lost ones we loved
R.I.P, R.I.P

You knew me, better than anyone
I get to thinking 'bout you, now I can't have any fun
I keep a package of the leaf just to forget about it
You know I keep downing the drinks, can't wrap my head around it
But you gone now and it won't bring you back (at all)
I can't leave our people, gotta ride round with the strap (and all)
Everybody equal, so I gotta watch my back
Swear this shit so evil, niggas dying where we at
Long live Jah and peace be with Mac
Shit been going wrong, hard to keep it all intact
I count my blessings and I pour one for my brethren
Ain't dying young, but when I go, hope I'm a legend

I just wonder why all the niggas die young
Since I got a choice, I gotta make the right one
Got the people that I love telling me to lighten up
But you only live once, so I gotta tighten up
Shit done hurt my soul and they don't know how it cuts
Ain't learn how to cope, so we been tweaking off the drugs
Pour a drink or pop a perc, we do whatever for a buzz
All just not to think about the lost ones we loved
Yeah (hey, hey)
I said the lost ones we (wait, wait)
I said the lost ones we loved
Rip to the lost ones we loved
R.I.P, R.I.P