| Even though you may not be here physically, you still walk with me |
| Even though I can’t hear your voice, I still feel your guidance everyday |
| Every breath you take, every move you make, that’s what you say while you’re |
| watching me |
| Throughout the day and even when I sleep |
| When my flesh makes me weak, you see the God in me |
| Forcing me to be what I’m destined to be |
| Damn near feel like you’re carrying me |
| At times when I felt like I would drown, you pulled me back to the surface |
| Nurture my heart with words of encouragement |
| Told me shit like, «You too good for that» |
| Patted me on my back to congratulate me and show me what it really meant to be |
| to be myself |
| And now I feel like I can fly, the same way you fly |
| I know one day our paths will collide again, I ain’t trippin' |
| I got shit to do and you got more miracles to work too |
| And you can do way more where you’re at than where you were |
| You ain’t have to leave here, but you did |
| You knew your purpose was bigger and you accepted it |
| And for that, I’ll always thank you |
| I be acting tough, but I miss you though |
| Crackin' jokes and shit |
| I even still got that video of you and Bash when we came to see you a while ago |
| And even though you may not be here physically |
| When shit gets tough and I don’t know who to call |
| And I feel like I can’t take no more |
| And there’s no one else on the road |
| You still walk with me |
| Started losing friends too early |
| Maybe seventh grade, B Leu was like my brother |
| They shot him in his head |
| Invite him to my birthday party |
| He the only one that came, I never knew from that day I’d never be the same |
| Early mornings watching news I seen another murder |
| Seventh grade middle school, just to show me a burner |
| Jasmine’s cousins wanted to jump me because I made her cry |
| Wasn’t before the year was over one of them nigga died |
| Eighth grade for some reason I was desensitized |
| Ninth grade I moved away to live another life |
| My mom sent me to high school on the other side |
| 'Cause when Greg got killed she was traumatized |
| Houser was the fuckin' man when he was alive |
| Taught us everything we know about gettin' fried |
| Teff was young and dissing from the city |
| So they felt like they had to come through and slide |
| My Uncle Mon P was a younger nigga |
| All I ever did was have fun with him |
| I can’t imagine nigga having beef with him |
| It’s fucked up my son didn’t get to meet him |
| So many lanes, so many riders, so many things with family ties |
| Mainer got killed over a chick he was right beside |
| When OG passed away, I was so surprised |
| Was on the road with Chevy when I heard Ray died |
| When Evan got killed I knew shit wasn’t right |
| I could still see the look in his sister’s eyes |
| They shot Wapo in his head the day that he signed |
| Not to mention my brother, felt like my heart died |
| No pride, no Mac Miller, the whole ride |
| When Nip passed away, I fasho cried |
| A lot of pain, but I don’t even show it |
| Nigga probably didn’t even know that I got all these damn homies |
| So many lanes, so many riders, so many things with family ties |
| So many lanes, so many riders, so many things with family ties |
| Sledg was like my big brother |
| Used to pull up for beats |
| Used to hear me in that Bonneville all the way up the street |
| He put me on the game, he had all the freaks |
| Taught me how to dress, but showed me shit wasn’t sweet |
| Chevy was older than me, didn’t know that we would meet |
| I did a song at the studio with him and Freeze |
| Used to be on the battle scene |
| If anyone owed me money they had to talk to Breeze |
| Not to mention he taught me lots of things |
| Like how to clean up my circle, stay low from police |
| S used to be the big homie, till he made a diss song 'bout me |
| Late nights in the studio me, him and Bo |
| He was the sickest in the city, had the illest flow |
| They had pounds of haze when was smoking dro |
| Counted like ten stacks in front of me after school |
| When Spitta came to scoop me up, he had the 2 |
| I wasn’t carrying, he said I had to have one too |
| These in the city catch you when you passing through |
| And I’ll be damned if I don’t do what I have to do |
| I met Shipes at South By, he was hella cool |
| He introduced me to DZA, now that’s my man too |
| Me and Krit went on our first tour |
| I moved to Cali and met Big U |
| Always smoking I would trick tricks since early days in Michigan |
| This shit I don’t say in my interviews |
| A lot of love and ain’t afraid to show it |
| You nigga probably didn’t even know that I got all these real homies |
| This one right here is for all my, all my, all my homies |
| This one right here is for all my, all my homies |
| This one right here is for all my, all my, all my homies |
| This one right here is for all my, all my homies |