King Martin and OG Boobie Black - I Miss My Homies

I really miss my homies (homies). The thought it makes me lonely (lonely). I keep that burner on me ( It's on me) and it's always loaded (it's always loaded).

They don't respect war babies see they just ignore (just ignore). I watched a man brain come out his head then hit the floor ( then hit the floor). Standing out on Comstock no tears fell from my face. The police came too late they fell to show that man a little grace. I'm standing like the owe me what they took from me (took from me). I'm Peter Pan need crocodiles they put a hook on me ( a hook on me). I'm riding under city lights with thoughts of Gerson park ( Gerson parks). Wasn't the hardest there but nigga I had some heart rip shit apart pray I don't start I need a lot a dough, came to speak to the bottom though. I seen the shit they selling here to tell you it ain't a lot of hope hope hope ( no hope).
Lessons often learned in time ( In time). I need a piece of mine ( of mind) this is a cycle if I break it I could fly ( I can fly).

I really miss my homies (homies). The thought it makes me lonely (lonely). I keep that burner on me (It's on me) and it's always loaded (it's always loaded).
I really miss my homies (homies). The thought it makes me lonely (lonely). I keep that burner on me ( It's on me) and it's always loaded (it's always loaded).

Kill um, I lost a lot of homies yeah you bitches y'all don't know me. I'm OG Boobie Black a kill a nigga talking sporty. Yeah, you don't know what Iv'e been through I know niggas that a kill you. Them same niggas fuck with me yeah murders not a issue. I took a lot of hits and chopped some niggas with them sticks. I got it out the mud I turned them crumbs into bricks. Rest in piece to all my real niggas fucking right I miss you. I'm OG Boobie Black the one who keep the game official, I fuck with King cause I'm a King from Texas yeah to New Orleans. From the block where dem niggas be getting that money same block turn to a murda scene. Nigga betta watch how you living yo life these cut throat niggas ain't nothing nice. Better think twice nigga get right betta pack that banger they ain't nothing nice.

I really miss my homies (homies). The thought it makes me lonely (lonely). I keep that burner on me ( It's on me) and it's always loaded (it's always loaded).
I really miss my homies (homies). The thought it makes me lonely (lonely). I keep that burner on me ( It's on me) and it's always loaded (it's always loaded).

Written by:
RODNEY MARTIN

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