Missing You

[Produced by Thomas Foolery] [Intro / Outro] In the real world, these just people with ideas [Verse 1] That shit cray, that shit dead That shit fake, blast a kid Cassius Clay at his head Atta boy, atta kid I'ma 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 don't act like grown ups when niggas don't get to grow up Niggas don't wanna throw hands that's what made me wanna throw up But these young gunners ain't nothin' but young stunners Niggas see you as come ups so niggas just wanna run up Niggas asking what up, I said on my soul I'm a hundred My niggas stay in the low end the others stay in the hundreds My daddy told me to hands 'em, 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 I'm thinking about my nigga he thinking before he die I’m going to war with fate and I’m going to war with God I'm 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 shouldn't support it, this shit is getting expensive [Bridge] x2 I don't know why I sleep with my eyes wide Hoping that I find you [Monty Python sample] [Outro] I don't 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 (I'm missing you) x5