Na$im Williams - Gone lyrics

rate me

Swear it ain’t been the same without you

But life must go on

I know you looking down on me

I’m good, though

Grandmamma, you praised us

Grandmamma, you raised us

From everywhere we got paid bucks

Always kept those grades up

When I get dressed I hear your voice all over

Telling me to get out them pimp suits

And go put on some loafers

Your memory on my shoulder

Note that I ain’t over

I know you looking down seeing how I can’t stay sober

You helped me understand knowing that life slips through your hands

And how you claimed to be a man when you can’t even pull up your pants

Damn, how could I just lose you? Thought you’d never leave me

Wish life was a movie, I would put it on repeat

Yep, too many blood clots, an eternal bleeding

I damn near lost my breath when I heard you wasn’t breathing

And this shit don’t make sense, everybody acting so tense

But I promise to keep my strengths on the other side of that fence

Know it don’t take a blind man to see He had a plan for you, He got a plan for me

But I try to keep my sanity and stay strong for my family

But it damaged me

See, in this life, there ain’t no second chances

So you live it to the fullest

No regrets

That’s why I love all my niggas who here with me

Yeah, they’ll hear it with me

Real sick

Said I can’t explain with my words who you been on my nerves

And your little sister in this hearse, see your blood stain on that curve

We was young niggs but working, one thing’s for certain

We was about that money, dog, ‘cause paper make this earth spin

Yep, I wish my pain go looking up at the angels

Tryna straight my life out ‘cause my shit be feeling so tangled

My inner circle be real proof, you tell once then you slip through

Never mind them haters talk, I block ‘em off like a seal through

But I tell myself it will be alright even though the next day you won’t be in sight

And I hate to see your momma cry, I really wanna know how she sleep at night

I used to grab a gun and a clip but now I’d really rather grab me a mic

Yep, ‘cause my homie gone, he paid the price of the street with his life

Hey, you left quick, I guess death is impatient

But I’m looking like good lord, seems you on vacation

And I’m off track so I need the yack and a wii, too

I know heaven gonna open up them gates so they can receive you

And then lead you