For the fallen ones
(Devereaux)
I lost my homie (yuh) let's go

I lost my homie, my fucking homie
Dead homies I got an army
I lost my homie, my fucking homie
But he ain't gone his soul is on me

Andrew was a gangsta and a shaolin monk (huh)
His brother killed himself his momma blamed it on us
The voices in his head was of the brother went nuts
No matter what he did it was never enough
He went to study at monastery free from the clutch
He came back and got the drinking doing coke it was rough
He told us all he wanna die and we just took it for bluff
Now both brothers on the other side with slugs in they nugs
Lil' Stevie was a thug white boy from the hood
He always had to show you how bowdy he was
He had a lot to prove cause no one move like he would
He got jumped into that set cause he was misunderstood
He had no Dad and thought the gangbangin' made him a man
Blinked his eyes he caught a body, shotty all in his hands
Selling dope living dirty but depositing grams
He got arrested in hot desert
he got shanked by his mans (hol'up)
(?) used to rob like nobody did (huh)
Graffiti was his talent he was crazy as shit (my dog)
Hanging with the ese's gangbangin' and licks
But on the fourth of July that's when everything switched
He robbed a firework stand like he usually did
Only this one was run by a cop and his bitch
He put that Glock up in his face
and ran with all of they chips
Till' the slugs hit his back
and came right out his ribs. I lost my homie

I lost my homie, my fucking homie
Dead homies I got an army
I lost my homie, my fucking homie
But he ain't gone his soul is on me

My OG bloke passed away off in these streets (rest in peace)
Two doors down I was sleeping with a freak
He ain't never wake up, up out his sleep (no, no, no)
But I did, seen him leaving out the building in a sheet
(?) can't speak shut up ain't nobody speak
No one made a sound but the tears just leaked
Cops had to leave almost got they ass beat
Only saw 23 but he died a OG (my loc)
Jeff had demons seeing red
His best friends fucked him
over robbed his house and (?) shit
I was there got pistol whipped up in my head (huh)
Seventeen stitches boy my noggin it was spread
Called Jeff and he was bugging off them meds
His bitch was cheating on him
lost his jobs and took the rent
I hate God for the way the shit went (Fuck your God)
The xans he took to chill made him open up his neck
This one here is for my homies
All my fallen homies
When you see me walking 17 shadows on me baby
This one for my homies
All my fallen homies
When you see me walking 17 shadows on me (hol'up)

I lost my homie, my fucking homie
Dead homies I got an army
I lost my homie, my fucking homie
But he ain't gone his soul is on me