Since We Lost Pappy lyrics

[Sample: Joe Bonamassa]
Sometimes, I wonder: "What am I gonna do?"
Sometimes, when I'm afraid...
I still look around for you
No matter where you go
Ain't no matter what you do
There's a place, in my heart, for you

[Intro]
We still here
Right, right?

[Hook]
Guns up
n*gga, put your guns up!
If you got your gun tucked, then n*gga, put your gun up!
Been a long time coming, but we still livin', still breathin'
Still eating, still toting, still squeezing, still leaving n*ggas

[Verse 1]
Dear, dearly departed, I hate that you had to leave a n*gga
Hate it had to be this way, I wish we would've seen it clearer
I ain't seen sh*t realer than myself looking up in the mirror
Told myself: "When I get out, that bag, I gotta go secure it"
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'Til I fly around the world like I'm a private jet
I'm just getting hotter, I ain't even on fire, yet
You n*ggas garbage, how is y'all not fired, yet?
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'Wood after 'Wood 'til I become a higher me
Meek Mill and Wayne, them two n*ggas inspire me
Gotta get rich, show my people the finer things
Used to eat leftover collard greens
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Villains was firing, tryna retire me
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Hip Hop need me like a arterty
This sh*t apart of me, it can't depart from me
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They killed my brother, we made it real bloody
You stuck in the field, then you bound to get muddy
Yeah, I remember them days I was crummy
And all them lil b*tches, they thought it was funny
Until I get money, now them hoes wanna f*ck me
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I am too smart to let n*ggas one up me
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Smoking on Buddy
Feel like my lungs just collapsed
I make hits back-to-back
We do hits back to-back
We got poles up in traffic, got poles in the trap
Look, we been won this race
b*tch, you still running laps
Swear, I be putting my soul in these tracks
If you a hoe, we exposing the facts
Say you got money, well show me the racks
Say you won't fold, n*gga, show me the strap
n*gga, gimme that sh*t!
Been making hits, I don't think I can miss
I told bro, "Ain't a b*tch I don't think I can't hit"
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Pass me the pole, that's a squad's assist
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n*ggas be acting real tough until they feel that scorching sh*t
Then they reporting the sh*t
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I don't support the sh*t
Me, I can't go, I'ma leave a n*gga DOA
'Fore I let a n*gga try to kill me, no way
I'ma eat, you ain't gotta save me no plate
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(Hold on!)