Burden on My Heart Boosie Badazz

[Intro]
Prolly the realist shit I wrote
How I really feel
Right there

[Verse 1]
At the funeral lookin' at Ivy sleep (Look at my nigga)
Wishin' he would wake right up and talk to me (Wake up, nigga, fuck)
Me and you together brought you jealousy (Jealousy)
Tears up in my eyes feel like you died for me (Died for me)
I came home, Mooky hugged me and she cried to me (Cried to me)
She said, "Don't let 'em kill you like they did Bleek"
If it wasn't for me, he prolly never be deep in these streets
I hold that in my heart as a memory
Clutchin' 40s, shootin' up parties full of Hennessy
From the heart Titus, I'm sorry for penitentiary (Sorry, nigga)
You in there 'cause of me
They killed Lil Dee
Cross the tracks stepper
We shoulda been with him
Knew them niggas wasn't really his homeboys
I shoulda said somethin'
Shit'll make ya relapse
I shoulda told Tunechi sit his ass down
I shoulda put my dawg in rehab
Had a baby on my girl and had another one
I broke ya heart when I told you 'bout the other one