Missing You

In the real world, we just people with ideas
In the real world, we just people with ideas
In the real world, we just people with ideas
In the real world, we just people with ideas
That shit cray, that shit dead, that shit fake, blast a kid
Cassius Clay at his head, atta boy, atta kid
Ima need a napkin, cook em up
And he gon need a Aspirin, hook him up
Niggas was busy scrappin, put em up
I was too busy rapping, good as fuck
Niggas dont act like grown ups
When niggas dont get to grow up
Niggas dont wanna throw hands
Thats what made me wanna throw up
But these young gunners aint nothin but young stunners
And niggas see you as come ups so niggas just wanna run up
Niggas asking what up , I said on my soul Im a hundred
My niggas stay in the low end
The others stay in the hundreds
My daddy throw me the hands
My momma told me to love em
My neighbors told me they hunting
I hope I make it through summer
They stole one of my niggas
I should have seen that one coming
My priest told me its angels, my niggas told me its nothing
Im thinking about my nigga he thinking before he die
I'm going to war with fate and I'm going to war with God
Im burning up all the papers cuz all the reporters lied
I call him my lil homie he brought him a .45
Brown boys are dying, and none of 'em were for business
And all of em love they mommas, and all of they mommas miss em
And this shit is just stupid, this shit is fucking senseless
The news shouldnt support it, this shit is getting expensive
I dont know why I sleep with my eyes wide
Hoping that I find you
I dont know why I sleep with my eyes wide
Hoping that I find you
(And now for something completely different)
And I dont know why I sleep with my eyes wide
Hoping that I find you
And hoping that I find you
I been hoping that I find you
Im missing you
Im missing you
Im missing you
Im missing you
Im missing you
(In the real world , we just people with ideas)
(In the real world, we just people with ideas)
Im missing you
(In the real world, we just people with ideas)