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letra de lose all my homies - spur willy

[hook: spur w-lly]
all my homies dead in the ground. (in the ground, aye)
people f-ckin with me, n-gga how they sound. (they sound, aye)
when i turn left an right death’s all around. (it’s all around me)
stay rich as f-ck but lose all my homies. (lose all my homies)
i lose all my homies
all my homies dead in the ground. (in the ground, aye)
people f-ckin with me, n-gga how they sound. (they sound, aye)
when i turn left an right death’s all around. (it’s all around me)
stay rich as f-ck but lose all my homies. (lose all my homies)
i lose all my homies

[verse 1: spur w-lly]
yeah
this sh-t is my fault, ain’t a n-gga right
could’ve changed that sh-t, could’ve changed that sh-t, right
spending time chasing paper all day an night
when you truly chasing grief from homies shot dead there on sight
even with a n-gga’s time an his hard work
even though a n-gga climb, done smoke purp
even when you in yo prime, a n-gga got hurts
feels like you are the time stuck in reverse
when you fall outta line, can’t adverse
don’t waste no time gotta rehe-rs-
every verse every line stay diverse
like my crew every time and never disperse
even remembering the pain of the old gang, how the sh-t got worse

sh-t, a n-gga on his mind sh-t all focused up
sh-t, a n-gga on his grind sh-t all picked up
sh-t, a n-gga b-lls to the wall, grownup
sh-t, just give the n-gga a second chance, he’ll keep his head up

[verse 2: spur w-lly]
i really hate when a n-gga gone turn on me
shows up, says he would’ve pulled a gun on me
shows up, says he apart of a different tree
shows up, make you wonder how much weed he’d see
(ugh)
it’s like a curse, as i can be a forgiving person
an it just hurts, when i lose a homie dead or in person
worst comes to worst, feelings of pain embed a person
you ever leaded a person
watch your homies shot dead there in person
scream no!!

as a bullet made of lead goes through the head quick
an the loss of another homie make you runnin sick
you can’t forget the image, how that bloods’ thick
as homies dead an alive start to drop out the cl1ck
think that they gun shy
well homie so was i
think i ain’t feelin grief
n-gga, look into my eye
sorry, said i’m sorry wish i had said goodbye
instead i’m stuck with feeling regret, don’t mention ka$ can cry

- spur willy

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