Talk To Em

Like the person needs his soul

Fight the will to need his own

(Just talk to 'em for a minute)

(Come on, just talk to 'em for a minute)

Like a baby needs to cry

If you go, I swear I'll die

How the fuck I'm free out here and you locked in there

Your whole family acts like I don't care

They don't know about the nights I just lay in my bed

I can't even sleep, I just lay in my bed

Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain

Take deep breaths every time I hear your name

You was more than family, you was like my brother

So when the shit went down it's like I lost my brother

And I wish we could trade places

Swear to God dawg, I wish we could trade places

Living in a life of crime, but it wasn't your life it was more like mine

I often think about the close calls we had

And I often think about the close brawls we had

And I love my ****, what you know 'bout that

And I'll do anything to get ((UNKNOWN)) my back

Talk to 'em

Like the person needs his soul

Fight the will to need his own

Make 'em understand, hey, please, make 'em understand

Like the baby needs to cry

If you go, I swear I'll die

Make 'em understand, hey, please, make 'em understand

Mal, man, you my heart I swear to God

Knew you was real man, I saw it from the start

Even when I was wrong, my **** had my back

Even when I was right my **** had my back

We used to laugh wasn't shit funny

Late night at my grandma house counting money

I trust you with my life dawg, if I was married

I'd trust you with my wife, dawg

Any given time a half a 'mill in your possession

You ain't called in two days, man, I still wasn't stressing

Naw, 'cause when I talk my **** listen

Switch shit, you used to help me with them pigeons

Ernest T won't talk to me, dawg, and it hurts

She treats a **** like I'm the scum of the earth

In your eyes, I couldn't do no wrong

Naw, so to you I dedicate this song

Talk to 'em

Like the person needs his soul

Fight the will to need his own

Like the baby needs to cry

If you go, I swear I'll die

Must've bust ten rounds through the strap in your lap

Knew I was a gangsta I wasn't going for that

Pussy **** in my yard talkin' shit

Knowin' damn well I was on some G shit

Let the whole clip ride and didn't think

Let the whole clip ride and didn't blink

You ask me kindly not to bring the white in your house

And then what I do, bring the white in the house

Bricks in the addict and ye' ain't know

Your grandson killin' 'em, he getting 24

Feds at the door, I'm out of town

Ye ain't tell 'em shit, you held me down

Nowadays, I rock the mic, I'm getting paid for that

And all the shit I been through, I'm getting paid for that

Always said I would make, wish you could see me now

But if I tried to tell her she probably wouldn't believe me now

Like the person needs his soul

Fight the will to need his own

Like the baby needs to cry

If you go, I swear I'll die