Shanyah

(Mm-hm) And this whole motherfuckin' shit, man

This for my big brother, man, this for my muhfuckin' family, man

This for them, you know, them (K.i.D)

Yeah, the motherfuckin' kids, nigga

You see what I'm sayin', man?

Long live G

This one right here for Shanyah (Go)

Trust me, I know it ain't easy to see what you seen and I hate that you saw it (Oh, oh)

Just call me whenever you need me, you gotta be strong, hold it down for your momma

Azari, Maya, and Nika, we can't let 'em not hold it down for Messiah (Oh)

Ayy, big bro, what the hell what you was thinkin'?

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 (Oh, oh)

Just call me whenever you need me, you gotta be strong, hold it down for your mama

Azari and Maya and Nika, we can't let 'em not hold it down for Messiah (Gotta hold it down, gotta hold it down, gotta hold it down)

Ayy, big bro, what the hell what you was thinking?

I dedicate this one right here to my mama

Long live G

Cried in my arms in the room and 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 honored and your lil' son is still crying for you to come home

He don't know that it's over, you ain't on my shoulder, was somethin' that you could cry on

If you ever was lonely, I'm your baby brother, so this shit, it 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 (Go)

Trust me, I know it ain't easy to see what you seen and I hate that you saw it (Oh, oh)

Just call me whenever you need me, you gotta be strong, hold it down for your mama

Azari and Maya and Nika, we can't let 'em not hold it down for Messiah (Ooh, ooh)

Ayy, big bro, what the hell what you was thinkin'?

I dedicate this one right here to my mama

Yeah, you know we Miss Lyndale sons, nigga

Handsome-ass niggas

Momma always bragging how her sons get the bitches

Momma so nice, sons fall out with the girl, mama still friends with 'em

I done hurt your 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 charts like this

You ain't never need a nigga, you the one gave me the hustle

You ain't never like us fightin', always told us we were brothers (Oh, oh, uh)

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 (Go)

Trust me, I know it ain't easy to see what you seen and I hate that you saw it (Oh, oh)

Just call me whenever you need me, you gotta be strong, hold it down for your mama

Azari and Maya and Nika, we can't let 'em not hold it down for Messiah (Ooh, ooh)

Ayy, big bro, what the hell what you was thinking?

I dedicate this one right here to my momma