Songtext von Missing You

In the real world, we just people with ideas That shit cray that shit dead That shit fake blast a kid Cassius clay at his head At a boy, at a kid I'm a need a napkin, cook 'em up And he gon' need a Aspirin, hook him up Niggas was busy scrappin', put 'em up I was too busy rapping, good as fuck Niggas don't act like grown ups when niggas don't get to grow up Niggas don't wanna throw hands that's what made me wanna throw up But these young gunners ain't nothin' but young stunners Niggas see you as come ups so niggas just wanna run up Niggas asking what up, I said on my soul I'm a hundred My niggas stay in the low end the others stay in the hundreds My daddy told me to hate 'em my momma told me to love 'em My neighbors told me they hunting I hope I make it through summer They stole one of my niggas I should have seen that one coming My priest told me it's angles my niggas told me it's nothing I'm thinking about my nigga he thinking before he die Going to work faded I'm blowing the word God I'm burning up all the papers cause all the reporters lied I call him my lil homie he brought him a 45 Brown boys are dying and none of 'em were for business And all of em' love they mommas and all of they mommas miss em' And this shit is just stupid this shit is fucking senseless The news [?] this shit is getting expensive (I don't know why I sleep with my eyes wide Hoping that I find you) And hoping that I find you I been hoping that I find you (I'm missing you)