Missing You

Damn!
Man, R.I.P. to all your partners, my partners
Ahh!

Every day I fuckin' miss you, every day I think about you
Reminiscin', all the good times before you got bodied
All the paper that we made, all the honeys that we played
Missin' you like every day, suckers put you in your grave
Every day I fuckin' miss you, every day I think about you
Reminiscin', all the good times before you got bodied
All the paper that we made, all the honeys that we played
Missin' you like every day, suckers put you in your grave

Suckers put you in they grave, 'cause
I almost got faded in these streets
Word to Bone, early grave like my niggas threw me in
In the game, R.I.P. to my brother, got dissed in these streets
NYC, 'cause all I know is this and I'ma keep doin' this
I'm steady rippin' in this bitch, that's Santiago Slayin' shit
2.5 To your dome, R.I.P. to your soul
All my niggas, now you know, 'cause I almost lost my soul
'Cause the game be a dirty game, livin' in this shit
Watchin' out for jackboys, tryna lick me for my shit
'Cause all my niggas locked up in a cage
Better days for you niggas one day, R.I.P. in your grave, ah

Every day I fuckin' miss you, every day I think about you
Reminiscin', all the good times before you got bodied
All the paper that we made, all the honeys that we played
Missin' you like every day, suckers put you in your grave
Every day I fuckin' miss you, every day I think about you
Reminiscin', all the good times before you got bodied
All the paper that we made, all the honeys that we played
Missin' you like every day, suckers put you in your grave

Creepin' out the scenery, it was a dirty murder scene
But this is how they supposed to be, livin' in these crazy streets
So all I do is R.I.P., got them white fuckin' tees
Pourin' out the liquor, B, pourin' out in these streets
See me and I'm cryin' out my pain in the booth, dog
PDG and ZFF niggas out here livin' hard
Santiago Slayin' to your brain, all them bitches know
Stayin' down, I rep that ST Mo, Stone Mountain Glo
ATL is in this bitch, almost lost in these streets
Died loc'in in these streets, got hit up in these streets
Yeah, in these streets I'm livin' like a fuckin' maniac
Holdin' on that dub sack, sniffin' on that pig back

Every day I fuckin' miss you, every day I think about you
Reminiscin', all the good times before you got bodied
All the paper that we made, all the honeys that we played
Missin' you like every day, suckers put you in your grave