Why the fuck did your your ass have to go and get knocked   Now, you got me on the phone, straight talkin' to the cops   Tryin' to verify your government, they got you now, they lovin' it   They wanna hang that ass, couldn't get you in the past      Though I can't see your problem, you was still young at the time   Did a lot of older things, you was ahead of your time   Never told you to slow down, resee your crown heights, you wild   All I could say was be careful, give you a dap to bounce      Shit that you went through, watched the drama amount   Gave a fuck 'long, you wasn't part of the body count   Now, I feel guilty, half the blame of your incarceration   Till the intervene when you first started catching cases      Fuck to this, dunn, now you in there   Gotta hold it down, you mother's only son   And I'ma ride for you, baby 'cause a lot of it is still love   I'm still there when you get home, I'ma be there      You gotta   (Hold on)   And no matter   (How long)   And it seems   (So long)      You gotta   (Hold on)   And no matter   (How long)   And it seems   (So long)      You gotta   (Hold on)   And no matter   (How long)   And it seems   (So long)      You gotta   (Hold on)   And no matter   (How long)   And it seems   (So long)      I can't believe they got my dunn, it feel like my fault   'Cause I fronted you that money to get that dough   Any man's ain't accountable for they action   Still and all I feel responsible for you being gone      I hit the mall 'till it happened, K.A. now and then   Just so you can live and keep your little cosmetics   In that five years, it was a little dough we made   Out of sight, out of mind, naw dog, it's not me, I miss you      You on my mind daily   Even though I scribe to a nigga, really, you feel me?   Trying to get my shit together   So you could be proud, when you touch down   We got businesses to run now      Peep it back how we used to run up in a nigga's house   On some pety crime shit, boy, we was not playin'   On occasion, I still check ya, brotha 'til the end   Black and bone crazy ass      Reading ya letters, I see you ain't losin' ya sense of humor   Talkin' to you on the phone made my day cooler   Tellin' me, how you'll deaf to see your nose out   You need to bring your black ass home and cut that bullshit out      I could remember me and killa   Would test our new guns in the projects   'Cause that's where police won't come, iller G   My nigga 'till death do us   You almost home, until then hold ya head, dunn      You gotta   (Hold on)   And no matter   (How long)   And it seems   (So long)      You gotta   (Hold on)   And no matter   (How long)   And it seems   (So long)      You gotta   (Hold on)   And no matter   (How long)   And it seems   (So long)      You gotta   (Hold on)   And no matter   (How long)   And it seems   (So long)