BGA - BGA (The Voice) (feat. BigVo)

(Rip to all the fallen soldiers man)
(Drugs don't even do us right no more)
(Or should I say drug dealers don't do us right no more)
(Ya'll aint really with this shit)
She felt she was going through that pain alone
I wish you'd hit my phone
I got them real perkys I promise you would of made it home
Ya fathers mommy gal to him you could never do wrong
I feel your presence while I'm writing the words to these songs
You was thuggin swear them Jameson jeans came it strong
They say she was addicted nah she just struggled to long
Don't speak your lips if you aint bother to see what was wrong
What ya'll forgot sometimes the strong need a shoulder to lean on
I know these drugs bringing us peace at least we think they do
They told me you was gone I'm like uh uh say it aint true
To see you in a casket crazy what my mind went through
Baby girl swear I wish it wasn't you
I just seen ya you was shining bright
Up on the mountain top tryna finding your purpose in life
You got your wings now RoRo but swear you always been fly
Its up for you from today til we meet up in the sky
Can't explain the pain in my bones
Sickle cell had me away from home
How I figure this shit out alone
Suicidal but you not alone
I wish killa woulda hit my phone
Everytime I hit her she giving a different moan
You could keep this shit I swear I'm in a different zone
I be peeping shit you can't see the vibe is thrown
How many of my niggas lost they life just driving home
Don't take this shit for granted cuz any day you could be gone
I'm steady battling this disease could kill me right or wrong
I can't believe my niggas died they living through this song
Ooo I see how time changed
Now they pick you up to put you down
How the fuck the real end up in the ground
Shit the other half of em locked right now
Now the bad bitches saying wow when I bow
I won't name drop cuz that's just never been my style
Bitch

Written by:
ashley mickel, steven proctor

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