For the fallen ones
(Devereaux)
I lost my homie (yuh) let's go
[Chorus]
I lost my homie, my fucking homie
Dead homies I got an army
I lost my homie, my fucking homie
But he ain't gone his soul is on me [x2]
[Verse 1]
Andrew was a gangsta and a shaolin monk (huh)
His brother killed himself his momma blamed it on us
The voices in his head was of the brother went nuts
No matter what he did it was never enough
He went to study at monastery free from the clutch
He came back and got the drinking doing coke it was rough
He told us all he wanna die and we just took it for bluff
Now both brothers on the other side with slugs in they nugs
Lil' Stevie was a thug white boy from the hood
He always had to show you how bowdy he was
He had a lot to prove cause no one move like he would
He got jumped into that set cause he was misunderstood
He had no Dad and thought the gangbangin' made him a man
Blinked his eyes he caught a body, shotty all in his hands
Selling dope living dirty but depositing grams
He got arrested in hot desert he got shanked by his mans (hol'up)
(?) used to rob like nobody did (huh)
Graffiti was his talent he was crazy as shit (my dog)
Hanging with the ese's gangbangin' and licks
But on the fourth of July that's when everything switched
He robbed a firework stand like he usually did
Only this one was run by a cop and his bitch
He put that Glock up in his face and ran with all of they chips
Till' the slugs hit his back and came right out his ribs. I lost my homie
(Devereaux)
I lost my homie (yuh) let's go
[Chorus]
I lost my homie, my fucking homie
Dead homies I got an army
I lost my homie, my fucking homie
But he ain't gone his soul is on me [x2]
[Verse 1]
Andrew was a gangsta and a shaolin monk (huh)
His brother killed himself his momma blamed it on us
The voices in his head was of the brother went nuts
No matter what he did it was never enough
He went to study at monastery free from the clutch
He came back and got the drinking doing coke it was rough
He told us all he wanna die and we just took it for bluff
Now both brothers on the other side with slugs in they nugs
Lil' Stevie was a thug white boy from the hood
He always had to show you how bowdy he was
He had a lot to prove cause no one move like he would
He got jumped into that set cause he was misunderstood
He had no Dad and thought the gangbangin' made him a man
Blinked his eyes he caught a body, shotty all in his hands
Selling dope living dirty but depositing grams
He got arrested in hot desert he got shanked by his mans (hol'up)
(?) used to rob like nobody did (huh)
Graffiti was his talent he was crazy as shit (my dog)
Hanging with the ese's gangbangin' and licks
But on the fourth of July that's when everything switched
He robbed a firework stand like he usually did
Only this one was run by a cop and his bitch
He put that Glock up in his face and ran with all of they chips
Till' the slugs hit his back and came right out his ribs. I lost my homie
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