I Wish(To The Homies That We Lost)

I Wish(To The Homies That We Lost) Lyrics

Yo what up my nigga?
You know I was in the hood
I just thought I'd stop by
Holler at you for a minute
Pour out a little liquor or something

Nigga, we done been through a lot of shit together
Running these streets to being down for whatever
And now that you're gone, I got a whole lot of shit to tell you
Things I should've said way back when we was younger

Remember when we used to roll hand in hand
And now I'm tripping on how I really miss you man
And remember when you and me would say
We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay

It's all good now my nigga
We out the hood now
We had the same ideas but not the same careers
We shared the same old laugh and not the same tears

You were my homie, my sconey, my Roni, my nigga
And never placed no bitch before me
Man, I swear to God, I love you for that shit
Why'd you have to get hit? Where was I? What time was it?

You were supposed to get older with me
On stage, hands on shoulders with me
Copping them Range Rovers with me
Sitting on thangs and smoking trees

And if it wasn't for the will that God had made
I'd turn back the hands of time and take your place
Sitting here sipping on this Hennessy
Just thinking about what you meant to me my nigga

Even though you're gone you will always be my nigga
Though you made it home I'm still missing you my nigga
I'm feeling like the timing was wrong my nigga
I know you're smiling down saying, carry on my nigga

Sometimes my nights can get long my nigga
Sometimes I feel God did me wrong my nigga
So I had to write a song my nigga
Just to let you know that you're still my nigga

I wish, I wish, I wish
I wish, I wish, I wish

Little son is looking at me like, "Where is my daddy?"
And your thirteen year old daughter is mad 'cause she understands
Promised your mama I'd take care of the family
But she's so hurt, she turns away my helping hands

Damn, I wish your ass was here my nigga
To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar my nigga
And we would talk about you getting up out this game
And you would tell me how it keeps calling you name

We used to ride, ride, ride
Never afraid to die, die, die
But sometimes we cry, cry, cry
Asking the Lord why, why, why
They're tearing down these projects?

We were homies for like twenty thug years
Sat in church and cried the same thug tears
You remember when Vibe World Premier
How we used to share the same old gear
And remember when you and me would say
We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay

It's all good now my nigga
We out the hood now
It's so easy for folks to say, "Rob, just live on"
When I'm dying every second that you're gone

Nevertheless, I try my best to be strong
Hoping you said your prayers before you went on home
We then stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze
We'd slap box dead in the middle of streets
And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me
You're all I have left of these ghetto memories

I wish, I wish, I wish
I wish, I wish, I wish
(Uh, uh, yo dog )

I can't explain how I miss you
We stayed together, copping cane, poppin' pistols
I miss you most putting the doo rag over your bean head
Even out the hood on the scene you brag

Coming up off the fiends with bags
Running up out the cleaners [Incomprehensible]
You was the closest nigga I had

Look how we stayed aces, hustled, made big faces
I wish we could trade places
Fuck giving you ice, I'd rather give you life
And the things that I had, I'd give you twice

What the deal, my nigga? I know you holding it down
If you could see me you would say I'm talking soft right now
But it's hard for me to say when I'ma see you again
And I know it's fucked up, I gotta talk through this pen

But you died for the love of the dough
The love of the block, sixteen you was running the spot
Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb
Hanging with wild thug niggas, smoking the 'erb
I'm gonna keep pouring this liquor and that's my word
This here is for my niggas that be flipping them birds, word up

Even though you're gone you will always be my nigga
Even though you're home I'm still missing you my nigga
I'm feeling like the timing was wrong my nigga
I know you're smiling down saying, carry on my nigga

Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga
Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga
So I had to write this song, my nigga
Just to let you know that you're still my nigga

Yeah, we miss you nigga
[Incomprehensible]