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