Boosie Plies

[Intro]
Ayy Boosie, I know you probably asleep my nigga
I been thinking about you dawg
I thought I'd holla at you my nigga

[Verse 1]
It's one in the morning Friday night all of my niggas in the club Instead of ballin with some bitches I'd rather show love
I'd rather send kites to the niggas that the world done snubbed
That's why I make music for the niggas that the rich won't hug
Anything can come out a nigga mouth, but the real in his blood
I make mistakes everyday so how can I judge?
When a nigga can't be you my nigga, that's when they hate you the worst
Real pain, and fake tears, I seen it at church
When you want the world to love you then that's when it hurt
Wishing bad on a real nigga, I never seen it work
In the dictionary love last but hate come first
Before I wrote this shit my nigga I prayed for you first

[Chorus]
Wonder if the kids you bought bikes for wrote you a letter
Wonder if the niggas you did a song with, have you heard from them niggas?
I wonder how many of your dogs done came by and visit ya
Wonder if the crackas you made millions even chopped it up with ya
Wonder if the hoes you used to fuck, even sent ya some pictures
Wonder if the niggas you called yo dawgs eitha for ya or against ya?
Ya whole situation done taught me alot my nigga
When you winnin niggahs hate ya; when ya down they against ya