作詞
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Dejuane Dunwood
作曲
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Dejuane Dunwood
And this whole motherfuckin' shit is for my big brother man
This for my motherfuckin' family man, this for them
You know, them
(Kid)
Yeah, them motherfuckin' kids, nigga
You see what I'm saying, man
Long live G
This one right here for Shanyah
Trust me, I know it ain't easy to see what you seen
And I hate that you saw it
Just call me whenever you need me
You gotta be strong, hold it down for yo momma
Azuri and Miyah and Niko, we can't let 'em not hold it down for Mysiah
Aye big bruh, what the hell you was thinking
I dedicate this one right here to Shanyah
Trust me, I know it ain't easy to see what you seen
And I hate that you saw it
Just call me whenever you need me
You gotta be strong, hold it down for yo momma
Azuri and Miyah and Niko, we can't let 'em not hold it down for Mysiah
Aye big bruh, what the hell you was thinking
I dedicate this one right here to my momma (Long live G)
Cried in my arms in the room, we stood over your body
I can't shake this one here, it's too much for a nigga
What the fuck we do to leave us like this
Shit, what you had on you
The fuck made you always feel like you was doing somethin' wrong
Shit, we thought you was on it, and now ya lil son, he still crying for you to come home
He don't know that it's over
You ain't know my shoulder was something that you could cry on
If you ever was lonely, I'm yo baby brother, so this shit fuck with me bad
I lost more than a homie, can go to the bank right now, take out like ten million cash
But I don't even want it
This one right here for Shanyah
Trust me, I know it ain't easy to see what you seen
And I hate that you saw it
Just call me whenever you need me
You gotta be strong, hold it down for yo momma
Azuri and Miyah and Niko, we can't let 'em not hold it down for Mysiah
Aye big bruh, what the hell you was thinking
I dedicate this one right here to my momma
Yeah you know we Miss Linda sons, nigga
Handsome ass niggas, momma always bragging how her sons get the bitches
Momma so nice to 'em, fall out with the girl, momma still friends with 'em
Ma, they hurt ya son feelings
Momma don't care if her son sell soap
Momma still pulling up to come support her son business
And momma you the reason that my heart like this
Reason why my songs on the chart like this
You ain't never need a nigga, you the one gave me the hustle
You ain't never like us fighting, always told us we was brothers
Wish I could tell my brother that I love him
(Long live G, nigga)
Wish I could tell him that I never gave a fuck about the money
This one right here for Shanyah
Trust me, I know it ain't easy to see what you seen
And I hate that you saw it
Just call me whenever you need me
You gotta be strong, hold it down for yo momma
Azuri and Miyah and Niko, we can't let 'em not hold it down for Mysiah
Aye big bruh, what the hell you was thinking
I dedicate this one right here to my momma