Nothing To Lose (Letter To Popsauce)

Got shot and lost my brother In the same month So lately I been mixing Cookie with the runtz When you in your own lane You ain't gotta stunt When you got your own bag You ain't gotta front My family so lit I don't need much Done felt so much pain I don't grieve much A nigga got shot on my porch I done seen such Had me gripping on my pistol Yea with a mean clutch But it was all good Just a year ago Can't even lie shit I miss you joe I seen you In my dreams hard to let you go But you gave me a hug And said imma be with you bro The funniest times Was me you and Bre My nigga Popsauce He was screaming Eeee He said Rio what you want All this shit is free We had the same the goals We was just moving At a different speed Understand you was a different breed Before 42 it was the hennessy And if i have a son I just hope he be a better me Be a dawg like Patrick Beverly You claim to be real That's what you telling me My niggas caught a case or a felony But you can hear All the pain in this melody I ain't got nothing to lose So imma risk it all I ain't nothing to lose I just miss my dawg Woulda dialed yo shit again When you missed my call But imma still ride For my nigga Spring summer Winter and fall And I just wish It was a different way Cruise past your shit Like everyday When you dealing With death and trauma You just start to pray And if a nigga try me Again then imma Have to spray Went from throwing Them alley hoops In the driveway Too racing them Old schools down the highway It was patron Resposado every Friday And I was trying To hide all this pain Up inside me But rapping be my therapy Ain't no nigga Putting no fear in me Rather inspire the youth Than be a celebrity And you a legend in the hood If you make it past seventy Another Popsauce it will never be I thought it was love But it was jealous I thought we was brother Na we enemies It was late night Faded sipping hennesy I ain't got nothing to lose So imma risk it all I ain't nothing to lose I just miss my dawg Woulda dialed yo shit again When you missed my call But imma still ride For my nigga Spring summer Winter and fall