I'm so ready to bounce the fuck up out of here it ain't even funny.
I recall all the times when I had no money.
Those were the moments when life seemed beautiful.
Counting cash by the hundreds, only brought more funerals.
I miss my nigga Looney, I wish I could bring him back.
Now all I got is his memory and the shit that we jacked.
Remembering licks and times that we rode.
How you always had my back and you lived what you told.
Remember when them niggas tried to kill me and you slept at my house for weeks.
I cried so hard when you left, that I couldn't even speak.
Now my world is nothing without you and it's hard to survive.
Still I remember how you lived and that gives me my pride.
In my day to day struggle you remain on my mind.
Because of you having the strength to live, I can now accept to die.
I sustain what you died for and maintain what you spoke.
At night when I sleep my tears drown me, I choke.
But I found a new reason for me to reside.
And it lies in the heart of the one that I write.