Dead Homies

For the fallen ones

(Devereaux)

I lost my homie (yuh) let's go

I lost my homie, my fucking homie

Dead homies I got an army

I lost my homie, my fucking homie

But he ain't gone his soul is on me

I lost my homie, my fucking homie

Dead homies I got an army

I lost my homie, my fucking homie

But he ain't gone his soul is on me

Andrew was a gangsta and a shaolin monk (huh)

His brother killed himself his momma blamed it on us

The voices in his head was of the brother went nuts

No matter what he did it was never enough

He went to study at monastery free from the clutch

He came back and got the drinking doing coke it was rough

He told us all he wanna die and we just took it for bluff

Now both brothers on the other side with slugs in they nugs

Lil' stevie was a thug white boy from the hood

He always had to show you how bowdy he was

He had a lot to prove cause no one move like he would

He got jumped into that set cause he was misunderstood

He had no dad and thought the gangbangin' made him a man

Blinked his eyes he caught a body, shotty all in his hands

Selling dope living dirty but depositing grams

He got arrested in hot desert he got shanked by his mans (hol'up)

[?] Used to rob like nobody did (huh)

Graffiti was his talent he was crazy as shit (my dog)

Hanging with the ese's gangbangin' and licks

But on the fourth of July that's when everything switched

He robbed a firework stand like he usually did

Only this one was run by a cop and his bitch

He put that Glock up in his face and ran with all of they chips

Till' the slugs hit his back and came right out his ribs. I lost my homie

I lost my homie, my fucking homie

Dead homies I got an army

I lost my homie, my fucking homie

But he ain't gone his soul is on me

I lost my homie, my fucking homie

Dead homies I got an army

I lost my homie, my fucking homie

But he ain't gone his soul is on me

My og bloke passed away off in these streets (rest in peace)

Two doors down I was sleeping with a freak

He ain't never wake up, up out his sleep (no, no, no)

But I did, seen him leaving out the building in a sheet

Can't speak shut up ain't nobody speak

No one made a sound but the tears just leaked

Cops had to leave almost got they ass beat

Only saw 23 but he died a og (my loc)

Jeff had demons seeing red

His best friends fucked him over robbed his house and [?] shit

I was there got pistol whipped up in my head (huh)

Seventeen stitches boy my noggin it was spread

Called jeff and he was bugging off them meds

His bitch was cheating on him lost his jobs and took the rent

I hate God for the way the shit went (fuck your God)

The xans he took to chill made him open up his neck

This one here is for my homies

All my fallen homies

When you see me walking 17 shadows on me baby

This one for my homies

All my fallen homies

When you see me walking 17 shadows on me (hol'up)

I lost my homie, my fucking homie

Dead homies I got an army

I lost my homie, my fucking homie

But he ain't gone his soul is on me

I lost my homie, my fucking homie

Dead homies I got an army

I lost my homie, my fucking homie

But he ain't gone his soul is on me